To continue where the previous post left off, I'm now grafting chunks of skirt back together using the kitchener stitch because hey, I like to laugh in the face of potential knitpocalyse. It's not a quick process, partly because of frequent interruptions by Robyn-the-robin tapping on the window for more mealworms... or a passing twin asking, "Mummy, do birds have tongues?" or "Can you hear electricity?" or "When's lunch?" At least Robyn is able to answer one of those Continue Reading
Paper House
I want to show you something handmade that's exquisitely beautiful, even though it has nothing to do with yarn. It's a perfect replica of our brewery home, made with paper by the artist-craftswoman, Silvina De Vita, aka My Papercut Forest. There's even a light inside, too! How stunningly beautiful is this piece? I'll scatter photos of it lit and unlit throughout this post, but first, a bit of backstory... A year(ish) ago, I went to London to be filmed for an episode of the BBC television Continue Reading
Something’s Brewing At The Brewery
It's been many decades since beer was last made here in our converted brewery home, although walking around the oldest part of the house, you can still see plenty of signs of what went on where. The Stoic Spouse made a token effort at authenticity last year when he bought an old wooden barrel to convert into a water butt, but we later discovered that it was actually a red wine barrel. Man, that barrel smelled good. Anyway, sometimes a lass needs peace and quiet, so last weekend I sent the Continue Reading
Monsieur Frog, We Meet Again (And Again)
Ah, Monsieur Frog, I see you're here yet again. Do you have to visit us so very frequently? Yup, that's - ribbit - the sound of - ribbit - another crocheted swatch being reduced to heaps of wiggly raw yarn. Sigh. Ribbit. Actually, I don't especially mind, because it's fun creating summat from nowt, and I'm relishing the experience of shaping and refining this *new* idea for a crochet project. I want it to be right, more than I want it to be speedy, and assuming it works out, I'll happily Continue Reading
Rain, rain, enough already.
Boy, can it rain. Moody great clouds, you've made your point, yeah? How about you go somewhere else now? It's been raining for weeks. I daren't go down to the cellar because I just know it'll have flooded a bit, and the labels will have floated off our wine supply. And our tinned tomato supply. And maybe even the twinnage's baked beans. Oh, and can you imagine what it's done to the industrial quantities of tissues that the Stoic Spouse buys in bulk? (And I do mean in bulk. Seriously, come the Continue Reading