May I show you something? It's not yarn-related, but I do plan to spend a lot of time beside it knitting and crocheting. You see, I'm making progress on the wildlife pond. It's nowhere near done, but I've finished digging, and it does at least now contain WATER. One day soon, the edges will be concealed, the lawn will be re-turfed, more rocks will be added, and most importantly, some coir mats will arrive (from these marvellous folk), pre-planted with native water-loving vegetation. Then, this Continue Reading
This Really Is Terribly Important
So I'm busy writing an extremely important letter to the Met Office on the subject of SNOW. (For non-UK readers, the Met(eorological) Office is our publically-funded national weather forecasting/monitoring service.) Feel free to knit and crochet whilst I talk. Oh, and help yourself to some of that wine. So what do you think of what I've drafted so far? Dear Sirs/Madams (Madams? That sounds dodgy.) I am writing to respectfully request that you cease your current practice of knowingly and Continue Reading
And Then We Disappeared Off To Herefordshire
So anyway, my parents (the Twisted Seniors) have a long-established tradition of pulling up their tent-pegs and moving to a completely different part of the country every 10-15 years or so. They're at it again as we speak, and have just sold their home in beautiful rural Herefordshire, ready to come and share a county with us here in Oxfordshire. With the move imminent, the Toddler Twinnage and I decided to make a may-or-may-not-be-the-last visit to Herefordshire, whilst the Stoic Spouse stayed Continue Reading
Spring! Don’t Jump Out At Me Like That!
WOAH-there. Spring, where on earth did you, um, 'spring' from? That was a bit sudden. A few days ago I was pondering whether our log supplies would last the month at our current rate of huddling in front of the log-burner, and whether I could afford another lorry-load of logs, and whether my stinking head-cold was turning to bubonic plague (being prone to diagnostic melodrama), and now I'm sitting in my parents' Herefordshire garden, enjoying these colours whilst the Toddler Twinnage rampage Continue Reading
The Only Arctic Musk Ox In Herefordshire
Herefordshire is a pretty, muddy, green English county snuggled up against the edge of Wales, its lush hills gazing at the neighbouring Welsh mountains. My parents live there in peace, tidyness, and rural tranquility, or at least they do until my battered old car screeches to a halt in their driveway, instantly wiping £10 000 off local house prices until we leave again. The car engine is switched off or possibly stalls, and out stagger the Toddler Twinnage, hungry and over-tired after the Continue Reading
Log Cabins in Yarn and Fabric
Now listen up, good people: this is serious. All your comments on The Icing On The Cake were lovely, thank you, but they're starting to go to the Stoic Spouse's head. He's even been overheard muttering the phrase 'fan club'. Ahem, we need to put the brakes on this before it gets out of hand. Anyway, while the Stoic Spouse keeps the home fires burning (literally: he's apparently shifted one tonne of newly-delivered logs from front to back garden whilst we've been away), the Toddler Twinnage Continue Reading
The Morning After The Cake Before
Well, friends and fair crafters of the blogosphere, may I confess to a certain feeling of fullness? The blogiversary cake was eventually cut and… well you can probably guess the rest. Let's just say that I won't be hauling myself out of this chair for another week or so. Those buttons on my waistband won't re-attach themselves, y'know, if I accidentally pop them. No I hadn't forgotten that this is a knitting/crochet blog, so here's a tiny bit of my semi-secret project, now finished and Continue Reading