It’s a controversial opinion, but I think long hot summer days are the best. When you’ve spent 99% of your life shivering into your knitwear, it’s a marvellous luxury to be able to go outdoors – or even indoors – in short sleeves. And then there’s the joy of pulling off your cardigan to reveal the wanton nakedness of only a single layer of stocking-stitched merino beneath.
The problem – in my case – is that it’s too tempting to spend every spare minute outdoors; messing about with the twinnage, going running, grazing on the ripening peas and beans in the garden, watching dragonflies battle for airspace over the pond, trying (unsuccessfully) to befriend Robyn’s fledgling children, and failing to get anything useful done. None of this involves achieving stuff with yarn.
(If you fancy a few more pictures like this, I do post quite often @thetwistedyarn on Instagram. All follows received with heartfelt appreciation, because online validation is clearly more important than any tangible achievements in life. Thank you. 🙂 )
I may as well confess my shameful secret for all to see: knitting and crochet motivation has been a teeny bit lacking around here, lately. I’ve been working on a new stranded colourwork design that’s gone through so many iterations that it’s tempting to shove the whole thing in a basket in the corner, because obviously that will teach it not to be so needy. Here’s one of its many incarnations-in-progress. (Yarn = Stylecraft Special DK.) At last, however, my knit-mojo is returning. Phew!
Of course, there’s nothing like drafting a blog post about sunshine to make a stonking great cloud turn up and start raining all over absolutely everything, so this post is brought to you from the comfort of the sofa:-
But even when I haven’t been knitting/crocheting, I’ve been thinking about yarnery. The other day, @andreatimmerabc on Instagram tagged me in a post. She’s been crocheting small ornamental bird-boxes, one of which was inspired, she says, by my housey hooking. (Not sure whether it’s based on my crazy chair or my bonkers bag.) But LOOK at her beautiful work!
Isn’t it perfect? (Also, it’s a lot neater than my own efforts.) I love it!
Meanwhile, as the giant cloud sits above my house and cries rainy tears of laughter on this post, I can at least wander out to look at some of the more damp-loving inhabitants of the garden. If you move slowly through the long grasses beside the pond, you’re almost certain to meet a member of our pest-control team, on the lookout for tasty slugs and aphids:-
How tiny and perfect?! Maybe the rain isn’t so bad after all.