So in this little journey through the four seasons via my new cowl design, I've finally alighted on spring. There's no daffodil-yellow in the Highland Heathers range as yet (hint hint, Stylecraft!) so I couldn't fully convey the blue-yellow-white palette of spring shades. Yeah, yeah, I need to weed this little patio that I built in the photo above. It'll happen soon. But still, I hope you get the hints of optimistic greenery and flowers against a background of endless grey rain and the Continue Reading
Redesigning
Hello, my Fine Fibrous Friends. Perhaps that should include my Fine Furry Friends, too:- Lately I've been working on a design for a Stylecraft Blogstars promotion that'll hit a yarn shop or a screen and perhaps even some knitting needles near you this summer. The knitted version is nearly done, and if possible, I'll create a crocheted version too. I'm not allowed to say much about the work in progress, so in the meantime please can we all just indulge my delusions of genius and assume that Continue Reading
Up A Tree
They've arrived. Reader, trouble has entered the chat here at Twisted Towers. Meet Jack and Hunter, named by the twinnage and estimated by their foster carer to be 14 weeks old on adoption day. (They were abandoned in a cardboard box in a lay-by, so nobody knows their exact age.) There's a big shortage of cats to adopt around here, so we're very lucky to have met these chaps. I have to say, it's exactly the same as when we brought the human twinnage home from hospital, in that we have Continue Reading
Fifty
Good news! We passed the home inspection. That means we're allowed to adopt the kittens. The twinnage had so, so, set their hearts on these furry monsters that I was terrified of breaking their young hearts by failing. We've had so many false starts because there's a shortage of cats available for adoption, at least in our part of the country. Honestly, I was more anxious about this inspection than I was about the viva for my doctorate. On the day the inspector was due to arrive, all I could see Continue Reading
Kittens
November doesn’t have much to commend it, here in the UK. It’s cold, it’s grey, it’s aggressively dark far too soon after lunch, and it’s very, very, soggy. Our wonky old brewery home is reliably cold and damp. Sometimes the Stoic Spouse suggests we put the heating on or light a log fire as he stands there wearing his woolly hat and his two pairs of socks and his hypothermic skin tone (though to be fair, blue as a colour does rather suit him). But if we put the heating on now, who knows what Continue Reading