I've been quiet these past few days because the cough/lurgy descended even further into Dickensian melodrama, whilst I descended deeper amongst the sofa cushions. The one thing I did do was attend Blogfest in London, but I'll leave that for the next post, because I promised you pictures of the finished Cladonia. Look! The Burrow and Soar yarn is beautiful, and was a delight to knit. The main colourway that I used for the non-lace section was named 'English Landscape In Yarn', which rather Continue Reading
Washing And Blocking
So this post is coming to you from the sofa, where I've spent much of the past couple of days aching all over and hacking a cough that could've come right out of a Dickens novel. (Melodramatic, moi?) I do seem to be throwing these lurgies off more quickly since I began the four-times-a-week-running torture though, so I hope this thing will be gone soon, because it's no fun feeling too ill to knit. (Also it's no fun running four times per week, so I'd hate to think that it wasn't serving any Continue Reading
And Then We Were Eight
Eight years ago today, I put on an asymmetric, teal-coloured, gown and walked down the aisle in order to promise lifelong, grudgingly-unswerving tolerance of the Stoic Spouse's* quirks. And vice versa of course, though naturally my own quirks are charming and endearing rather than FLIPPIN' ANNOYING.** Fast-forward getting-on-for-a-decade and we're still here, and neither of us has yet eviscerated the other with the antique brass fire tongs. Pretty good, huh? But on the anniversary of our Continue Reading
The New Gaff
Oops! Mind those boxes, there. Unpacking is a work in progress. It's strange, moving into a new place. Even though you know that soon its every detail will be as familiar as your own hands, there's a period of adjustment whilst you're learning its smells, its proportions, its light, and the fact that you have to yank the bathroom window handle slightly to the left in order to open it. No, I haven't physically moved house. I still live in the oldest, coldest, quirkiest, roof-leakiest, converted Continue Reading
Comfort-Yarning
Knitting and crochet are like food for the soul. Just like real food, they can satisfy, intrigue, nourish, challenge, and comfort. And just like with food, you can crave different things when in different moods. I've been plugging away at designing the big-secret-crochet-house-project (which is n-e-a-r-l-y finished), but tonight, forget all that: I need simple, warm, comfort-knitting. And I need somebody else's pattern, so that I don't have to think too much. So I'm back on my other project: Continue Reading