Yesterday in the UK we celebrated Mother's Day. We hadn't made any plans for the day, preferring to wait and see what the weather was doing. We talked about possibly taking a country walk with a picnic, but deep down I secretly hoped that the weather would be grim. Cos that way I could legitimately request an indulgent day spent pleasure seeking within the warm confines of home. Wearing my pyjamas. And guess what? That's exactly what the day became, and I was so, so happy with that arrangement.
My sweet, wonderful family bought me tulips. Lots and lots and lots of tulips. This incredible sight greeted me when I walked into the room yesterday morning and I nearly fell about laughing at the scale of it all.......so so so many flowers! I had dropped some rather unsubtle hints the day before as to the exact name of my favourite, most favourite flower. Tulips I said. Not the mixed bouquets wrapped in loads of paper with loads of foliage. No, not those. Just a simple bunch of tulips. J heard the word and remembered it, only in his typical generous way he didn't seem to think that one bunch was enough (and oh it would have been, I would have been so happy with one bunch). He and the Little People came home from the shops with armfuls, and there they stand in our giant pasta pan, filling me with love and gratitude.
After the flowers and cards and hugs and kisses, I crept back to bed with a mug of coffee, my new book (Happy Home), and my hooky basket and I nested for a bit. I snuggled down under my feather duvet, crocheted stripes, sipped coffee and turned pages. It was bliss.
I love crocheting in bed, it provides such cosy comfort and pleasure.
These stripes will be the cover for my Easter Wreath. The colours are a bit strange to be honest as I am using up scraps from my stash, but as they will be mostly smothered, it doesn't matter too much.
I spent quite a bit of time in my nest yesterday. And when the Little People demanded that I came down to join them, I simply transferred my hooky activity to the Big Chair. I had a break from the stripes and made more flowers. I had a go at making some yellow forsythia flowers from this pattern, although I had to alter them to make them smaller. I then adapted that pattern to make 6-petalled blue flowers loosely resembling Glory Of The Snow.
And I made these too, which I really love love love. They turned out so well! I was inspired by the Japanese Quince flowers that grew in the garden of my previous house, they sprang forth into my memory yesterday and I just had to make some to go on my Easter Wreath.
They look especially sweet clustered together in groups of three with a little bit of greenery behind, and I'm going to be making many more clusters for my Easter wreath. They are really easy to make, very similar to my May Roses.
Would you like to make some? I've already written the pattern up for you, you can find it in the usual place in my left hand side bar, or go HERE to see.
I am sometimes a little surprised by how much of my inspiration comes from flowers, and by how much they constantly fill up my days (both the real kind and the woollen kind). I've tried many times to analyse why I love flowers so much, and it pretty much comes down to one thing :: colour. Of course. It's always all about the colour.