I saw the weirdest thing today (whilst knitting, obviously). There I was, flicking through a perfectly normal gardening catalogue, thus proving through one simple action that I've left my youth behind forever, when I came across the most spooky mutant plant thingy that I've ever seen. The TomTato. And I'm not even joking. Look:- How spooksome is that?! You plant this oddball in a pot, and whilst above ground you get a lovely crop of cherry tomatoes, below ground the roots are busy making... Continue Reading
In Which The Toddler Twinnage Is Warehoused And The Knitting Is Knitted
I'm getting a bit shameless about knitting/crocheting anywhere and everywhere (except at work: my patients would be disconcerted to find their psychologist muttering over stitch-counts as they entered the consulting room. Unless they're knitters, of course.) Oh, and I'd best gloss over my recent attempt to knit secretly under the table at the pub whilst having a rare lunch date with the Stoic Spouse. I know he reads this blog, and I'm not sure his disapproval of that incident has worn off yet. Continue Reading
Sorry, twinnage.
I have wine. I have crochet on my knee:- I have been for a walk in my rainbow wellies with the toddler twinnage:- We saw sheep whose wool was just begging to be shorn (in this unseasonably mild weather), spun, dyed, and knitted. The twinnage sweetly observed that someone had been drawing on the sheep, so I had to explain about marking them so everyone knows who owns them. We came home and baked my deceptively-easy-chocolate-cake:- ...But I'm feeling bad. The twinnage, Continue Reading