whispers The rainbow stained glass window afghan is finally finished... whispers more quietly ...Apart from weaving in most of the ends. But what are four thousand flippy-floppy slippery unravelly cottony ends between friends? And won't someone think of the children! Unpicking this beast could keep the toddler twinnage cheerfully occupied for hours. You want to see a picture? (Please don't say no. I'd have to cry, and that might embarrass us both.) A couple of caveats, though, before the Continue Reading
I do love a grumpy statue, so I do.
You probably don't need me to say this yet again, but I will: the monster stained glass window crochet afghan is still in progress. But it's nearly done. An over-excited ta-da post is coming soon. Much has been neglected in the pursuit of crocheted completeness. So. Meanwhile. And. Well as it happens, the twinnage and I have been out and about again, pottering around the countryside seeking quirkiness, as we do. Let's talk about that whilst I busily brandish my crochet hook. I've Continue Reading
Waving not drowning
A soggy hello from - as Bembeezle has excellently dubbed it - Oxfordshire-On-Sea. :-) (For readers from far-flung corners of the globe, I should point out that Oxfordshire is about as land-locked as you can get in the UK.) I've been enjoying everyone else's pictures of meteorological madness lately, so I just thought I'd continue the theme. Here we were the other day, beside a field near the twinnage's muchly-liked god-parents' house in west Oxfordshire. It's easy to identify fields Continue Reading