Well, not quite. Actually it's the string bag of the church. But I suppose that counts. You may or may not have picked up on the fact that the church paid for the netting class. I did not get nine people, and, of the people I did get,
I've been writing quite a bit recently, though I had to pause during the shingles as typing for any length of time was just too painful. In fact, I've been doing various forms of creative writing for most of my life, on and off, and my
Warning: making bead earrings is dangerously addictive. Fortunately, it's not too expensive. The feature photo shows my other earring kit. Not only was I just as delighted with it as I was with the wreath ones, but it also gave me a nifty little feature that I could
I take my hat off to Mr Holdgate. Which, given the current weather, is the Terry Pratchett fedora; this is just as well, as one can doff that much more elegantly than a knitted beanie. Mr Holdgate, you see, thinks eight children is a good number for a netting class.
The other day, I made accidental parkin. See, it wasn't going to be parkin at all. It was originally going to be date and oat energy balls with ginger. I took 200 g of chopped dates and boiled them up with about 200 ml of water to make
I could, in theory, have come back on Monday. The pain's been a lot better for a while, although I still have to ration the netting to short stints, as it tends to exacerbate it if I do it for too long. (Thankfully I could still knit even
I did not want to do this, but typing really hurts right now. Not all the time; I can do a bit here and a bit there before my shoulder screams at me. So, with regret, I'm putting this blog on hiatus till I'm in less
I was going to talk about filet this time. By now I'd planned to have the netting secured to a piece of stout card and the pattern marked out underneath it; but it didn't work like that because my shoulder was giving me far too much
The other day, one of our church staff contacted me for a health and safety assessment for my netting class. And I had to laugh, because I actually had just managed to injure myself doing netting. Not seriously, and it isn't anything the class is going to be
It's my birthday on Wednesday. I shall be 61. I think I'm going to take a day off for it, so your next entry won't be till Friday. And I also think this would be a very good time to go into a bit
I'm very pleased to say that I have almost finished the grey socks, as you see in the photo. Note that there is no actual green in the grey; that's just the camera being weird again, as it so frequently does. It's simply a
In my last post I touched very briefly on the perils of living in Victorian England, and, in particular, the ubiquity of poisonous heavy metals. Today I'd like to go into that in a little more depth, because dyes are obviously an important part of the history of