On Friday we went to Hereford so I could rustle through the charity shops and Mr T could walk the Toast along the river bank. So far, so usual.. until that is Toastie discovered something buried in the mud at the side of the river..
Sunday morning 25th March
Been there..
Got the medal..
You would think from my latest posts that I had given up on crochet – no mention at all, that would be WRONG!
The trouble is I have so much else I want/have to do that the hooky bit gets somewhat crowded out. Here then is one of my latest finished projects – the first actual garment I have ever crocheted. Then I created my own edging, collar and lined pockets (everything has to have pockets) – fun to do and I really love it.
The basic pattern used is taken free from Ravelry and is very easy to make. You need to be a member of Ravelry to use their site but it is so worth it. So without any further ado –
I am doing a mile for Sport Relief (I promise not to spend the entire time in Kilvert’s 😉 ) If you should feel like sponsoring me for getting off my fat arse and actually doing something for a change you can do so by visiting here. https://my.sportrelief.com/sponsor/roslynbrodie
many thanks
It’s been a beautiful, warm day here, appropriate for the vernal equinox. Toastie and I wandered the fields and then into town to rustle the charity shops then home for lunch.
I spent the afternoon reorganising and tidying my craft room up in the attic. I have a new shelving unit so I had fun sorting what was to go on it, hanging pictures and generally spring cleaning. We dont have a lot of storage space in our little house so things tend to get dumped up there till it gets to the point where I can’t move for tripping over stuff. So job well done and I am feeling pretty pleased with myself.
I am feeling pleased about a couple of other events as well – spring gifts that have arrived out of the blue.
First off is this large box of goodies delivered while we were away.
My very generous friend, the fabulous Robin from North Carolina posted this to me, it is a mixture of books, foodstuffs like sweet potato noodles, corn muffin mix, and red beans and rice, and several pieces of chinese silk fabric to play with. What a lovely thing to come home to!
Then when I got to work Monday Sandra handed me a parcel containing a mass of old knitting and crochet patterns, mostly fifties and sixties. My work had held a Nearly New Sale on Saturday and no one bought these so Sandra had got them for me. I’ve had a wonderful time going through them and there are some amazing old crochet doiley patterns.
Anyway I have sorted a couple of real doozeys to show you.. so styllish. I hope you enjoy 🙂 Oh and to all you lovely people in the Southern Hemisphere – hope you’ve had a great Autumn Equinox.
The first thing I do when I get in the door from work is to grab a lead, a poo bag and a small Toastie and head for the Great Outdoors. At this time of year it is a pleasure as I know that I will be walking in the light and pretty much mostly in the dry.
It is pure pleasure to see everything regenerating, not just the plants but the birds and animals as well – everyone is out and about and fulfilling the three Fs, feeding, fighting and .. .well you know the last one.
A couple of photo highlights from our walk this afternoon..
Day light saving starts this weekend so it will be even lighter in the evenings and of course it is the Spring Equinox tomorrow, yay!
Here is my little table all ready for a celebration with daffodils from our garden and the patchwork table runner that I put together a while back.
See you tomorrow
It has been ages..
I admit to having a bit of a shock when I opened my blog and saw that my last post was back in December.. .time flies like the wind, fruit flies like bananas and all that jazz.
The thing about not writing a blog when you are used to writing one is that everywhere you go, you write it in your head, even after months of not actually writing I still go around composing blog posts in my mind, it is bizarre and it has finally driven me to actually type some of those thoughts down. But of course all the original ideas are long gone so you get a brand new minty fresh one.
Soo – how the hell are you all? I hope that life is treating you gently out there.
I have been off visiting the wilder parts of the UK for the last week.. The wilder parts meaning London in this instance (and the Travelodge in Cricklewood in particular). Some of the highlights and lowlights in no particular order –
Macaron (pistachio) , just the one – they are expensive but I just had to try one as they look so lovely in the photos, and it was..
Pools of vomit (sorry no photo)
Filthy streets and sex ads in phone boxes (again no photo)
Women screaming violently on the streets, men that even my rather solid husband would not want to meet in a dark alley, (again no photos due to a keen sense of self-preservation)
The three above were in Cricklewood, not a place I would want to wander around in the evening but very interesting all the same and The Crown supplies an excellent pint of Guinness.
St Paul’s Cathedral – we went to Choral Evensong one evening, so beautiful – even if you don’t share the faith.
Highgate cemetery – needs a post of its own, but the main reason we went was that it was Douglas Adam’s birthday that week. And indeed some one had left him a little birthday card as well as a small towel.
Camden Markets – mind-blowing
All the wonderfully different sorts of people and different languages – even more mind-blowing.
The incredibly rich and the incredibly poor, shame, shame, shame..
The Tate Modern – facking fantastic.
Oxford’s Ashmolean – even more facking fantastic and a hell of a lot quieter and way less crowded, unlike Oxford city centre itself on a Saturday which was bonkers.
Soho – love Soho, just wandering and enjoying the vibe and cool shops
Muji in Soho – I may have bought a few things, and could have bought a way lot more
Things British just of Carnaby St where I found the Bio-plastic jewellery of Lili and bought a pack to have a go at making it myself
V&A twice, nuff said..
We came home a day early due to overload, I was exhausted and Mr T was so missing his own bed
Toastie who had stayed with my boss Sandra and her family was in fine fettle – she had only escaped once and that was to visit their neighbours ( she is a bit of a bugger that way, still she is perfect in every other way so that is ok)
Although it is Sunday morning and I have had a good nights sleep in my own bed I am still exhausted. But so happy we went – I needed to clear the cobwebs and I am even more fully appreciative of our beautiful, quiet, spacious spot on this planet..
later dudes
Watching The Wheels 