February 21, 2010
Should that be one word or two bits separated by a hyphen? Re-yoos or re-youze? Noun vs Verb?
Who knows. Anyway I knitted a pair of legwarmers for Miss Froo when she was very little and we ECd. Her bum was bare but her feet were warm-ish in wool booties and her legs were warm in legwarmers which sometimes got weed on if we missed a catch.
I have been loath to dispose of these little leggies as we called them. Partly because I knitted them and it was the first time I had used such fine yarn and the first time I had sewn rib and partly because I have problems throwing things away. I couldn’t think of anyone who I could give these to without them thinking I was more odd than they already might think and I felt sure that if they went in a charity bag then no-one would know what to do with them.
I have found their new purpose! They fit on my wrists.
This winter I have felt so cold one way and another but especially so when sitting at the computer next to our front window. After a night of relentless paperwork production my mouse hand has been icy to the touch and not a good companion to take to bed.
I squeezed my hand into the leggie and all became warm in hand world.
February 17, 2010
Thank goodness I know what day it is.
So far this week I have forgotten it is half term; forgotten my purse when going to do a big shop; forgotten to take my wellies to go on a nature trail in the rain despite remembering the girls’ boots and raincoats; forgotten to arrange a party for Miss Amoo and probably forgotten something else too but I can’t remember what.
I blame BlueDoor for my temporary madness. BlueDoor is encroaching on every fibre of my being. It steals time from sewing, sleeping, peaceful web browsing, reading and stillness. Unfortunately Mr G and I created this beast and must feed it until it is old enough and strong enough to feed us. This may yet be a little while away so I see more temporary madness in my near future. Sorry BlueDoor, we love you but you wear us out.
February 14, 2010
The girls and Greg have gone to his sisters and I’m never really welcome so I stayed at home. It is too quiet. J is out with a friend til it six and El Famosisimo has already set off for work. I am rarely alone in the house and it is weird.
A it is quiet I’ve listened to a vintage Round the Horn tape which I bought for 20p yesterday. My dad loved this programme and listening to it now has “Hello I’m Julian and this is my friend Sandy” and their outrageous double entendres making me laugh out loud. Fantastic wordplay and such sharp wit are not heard much nowadays, more’s the pity.
I’ve been walking around in a coat held together with a safety pin for far too long considering the strength of my sewing skills. yesterday I bought two beautiful buttons and this afternoon in the quiet I have sewn them on.
Shiny black on black fake fur is not easy to capture and there is only so much time I am willing to spend trying to get a picture of a button y’know but I think you can see why I chose them.
Here is the lapel of my coat complete with badges and granny brooch with new button below
Now I am going to read the paper – in quiet
February 13, 2010
Fridays are almost always my best day.
It is the day when a band of home edders gather at a village hall which isn’t special or particularly warm but is equally far away from the homes of most of those who attend – except one.
Sometimes we knit, sometimes we sew; we always talk, drink tea, talk more, drink more tea and watch children.
These kind hearted, generous, thoughtful and caring friends never fail to cheer me up. They listen to me ranting, smile when I am a little bit funny, share their ideas and their stories and also share lovely food and drink. Although I may arrive there feeling less than on top of the world I always leave feeling restored and enriched, ready to face another week.
Thank you ladies.
Photos are the view from The Clumps and a balloon we saw lifting off from the field next to The Dog House on the day of my birthday 2008