I can’t believe that I forgot to post any photos of my finished Tunisian crochet blanket. Here it is:The yarn is Caron Cakes in Blackberry and Kiwi. It’s the most expensive, best quality yarn I’ve ever bought and it’s worked up into the ugliest blanket I’ve ever made. Never mind; for all that I don’t like the finished product I enjoyed making it. I just won’t buy this yarn ever again.
I’ve also finished the Christmas wreath I made to go with the other four wreaths I made earlier in the year. Marbles has been indoors this morning. He hasn’t been helping me with my crochet today; he’s been far more interested in keeping himself clean.
I was up early this morning to listen to my nephew again on Radio 4. This time, he was talking about the woodlark.
I have failed with my list of things to do in June. We did attend the concert we had tickets for but I didn’t finish the book, On Chesil Beach by Ian MacEwan, nor did I finish the blankets. I did lots of light reading but didn’t seem to have the concentration to read anything meaningful and I’ve spent too much time crocheting with thicker yarn and hooks to be able now to enjoy using a thin yarn and small hook. I must steel myself to get it all done in July.
I’ve recently posted about things that make me happy. Well, here’s something that’s made me decidedly unhappy. I posted a week ago that my new shoes had been delivered. I discovered today that Seasalt, where I bought them from, have got them in their sale at half price – £70 reduced to £35. Even at £35 they’d have been the most expensive shoes I’ve ever bought! And I haven’t even worn the damned things yet! So I’m quietly fuming.
Marbles came in for an hour this evening. He sat on my lap for all that time, just quietly purring in his sleep. It’s so soothing.
I decided yesterday that the first day of the Summer is today, 1st June.
I got up early to listen to my nephew, a keen bird watcher who writes about the therapeutic benefits of bird watching on mental health, present ‘Tweet of the Day’ on Radio 4. It was only a two minute segment in which we heard some bird song from the Skylark and Joe talking about a walk he took during which he encountered six of the birds. He spoke beautifully and we could really hear the passion he has for his bird watching. A Proud Auntie Moment indeed.As I was up so early, I took a few quiet moments to just gaze out of the window and observe the early morning light and sky. We live in a fairly rural area so it’s always very peaceful at that time of day.My plans for June have started well. I had my own quiet early morning celebration of the start of Summer, I’ve started reading a good book, and I’ve done a couple more rounds of one of my blankets.No sign of Marbles today; he’s been about and has eaten his food but I haven’t seen him. I don’t like days when I don’t see him.
I shouldn’t complain but the heat today has been quite oppressive. It has left me feeling very tired. It’ll be an early night for me tonight.
I don’t make New Year’s resolutions, or mid-year resolutions. I don’t even have long term goals. I do, however, set out at the beginning of each month a short list of things to achieve that month. Here are my things to do in June.
Celebrate the start of Summer. There is some debate at the start of every season whether the season starts on the first day of the relevant month, i.e. March, June, September and December, or at the equinox or solstice. I’m opting for 1st June as the start of Summer. I have good reason for being up early on Thursday (my nephew is delivering a short segment on Radio 4 at 05.58 on the song of the Skylark) so I will use my early rising as an opportunity to enjoy the sunrise over the rooftops and fields I can see from my bedroom window
Go to a concert. This is a bit of a cheat as we’ve had the concert tickets since the end of January and the concert just happens to be in June. We’re going to see Leo Sayer perform in Huddersfield town hall. I wouldn’t call my husband a fan of Leo Sayer but he does enjoy his music and as the tickets went on sale in time for his 60th birthday my sons decided to get them as a birthday treat. Although, thinking about it, I ordered the tickets and the boys have never paid me for them
Finish two crochet WIPs. Specifically the two near identical blankets I intend to give as Christmas presents
Have my hair cut. This might seem a surprising thing to find on the list as most people have their hair cut on a regular basis. Not me, though. When I was told in December 2015 that my cancer had come out of hiding and was spreading, I knew that the chemotherapy would cause me to lose my hair. Again. So I last had my hair cut in October/November 2015 and it has taken until now to grow back enough to now need cutting
Read a good book. I generally read psychological thrillers or crime novels. While these are a step up from the ‘chic-lit’ I was reading when my treatment left me too tired to concentrate, they couldn’t be described as classical or ‘modern classical’ literature. Currently on my bedside table (or Kindle) I have On Chesil Beach by Ian McEwan, Brooklyn by Colm Toibin and All The Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr. I’ve already read On Chesil Beach (which I can remember only vaguely) and Brooklyn (which I can remember even more vaguely) but I’ve never read ATLWCS. I think I’ll start with On Chesil Beach
I don’t understand why crocheters have Works in Progress (WIPs). Yarn isn’t cheap. Even cheap yarn isn’t cheap. So why invest time and money in a project, get part way through it and then abandon it when something better comes along.But now I find myself guilty of doing the very same thing. I have four, potentially five, WIPs. All I can say in my defence is that I do, at least, have plans, even a timetable, to finish them all.
The first, potential, WIP is a series of seasonal wreaths. I say that this is a potential WIP as the entire project is for five wreaths, one for each season and one Christmas wreath. The seasonal wreaths are finished and could be displayed as they are except that I had always planned to embellish them with felt flowers or birds and the Christmas wreath is yet to be started
Next, I have two almost identical blankets. These are so close to being finished but, as I intend them to be Christmas presents, I feel that there is no rush to finish them. I imagine getting to the end of November and then panicking because I won’t have time to complete them
Finally, two Tunisian blankets. I started the purple one first knowing how big I intended to make it without realising just what a mammoth task it would be. The original plan was to make it 10 x 10 squares but my thinking now is to scale it back to 6 x 10 squares. That means I’m halfway through it, not including the border. The green one is made from Caron cakes Blueberry and Kiwi yarn. I bought the yarn because so many crocheters were enthusing about it so I decided to give it a go. I bought two cakes with no real plans, found myself making another blanket and will now have to buy another three cakes to finish it offI don’t think I’ll be seeing much of Marbles today. It is tipping down with rain here (well, it is a Bank Holiday) so he is yet again staying in his shed. He can’t even be persuaded to scamper across the garden to get into the house. Wise cat.
Marbles has been a sensible cat today. He’s either stayed in his shed or in the conservatory, staying cool. He’s got plenty of water but is off his food because of the heat.
I’ve been wandering around the garden, looking at stuff and regretting not being more active out there earlier in the year. Last year my sister acquired an interest in gardening and a bit of healthy competition developed between us. Our mum bought us a plant each. We both managed to keep them alive over winter; this is hers now
and this is mine
A bit of TLC for this beautiful plant earlier in the year and I, too, could have had it flowering by now.
I’ve also come to the conclusion that, no matter how suitable they are for gardening, Crocs are the sweatiest, ugliest shoes ever to be invented
It’s been too hot to crochet today. If I had done any I wwork I’ll have either continued with this blanket
or this bag
It started life as a Mochila style bag but I got so tied up, literally, with the colour changes within a row that I gave up after less than one row and converted it to a striped bag.