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Blogtober 2020 :: Day 1

Well hello my lovely friends, it's really good to welcome you back into the Attic after my little break and I'm sorry that I've been MIA for so much of the summer. Blogging can be a strange thing at times - most often for me, creating a blog post is as easy as breathing but there are times when the desire to share and connect deserts me completely and there are just no words to be found. However, I've learnt over the years not to worry too much when these quiet, introverted periods arrive, or to try and dig into the why's and wherefores of it. I know that it will pass, and the time I spend away from my blog is usually necessary for my wellbeing, even though I don't often realise it until afterwards.

The past few days I've been feeling a very strong pull to return, and so here I am. I had a whole heap of photos sitting in the fluffy cloud so I spent some time organising them and copying them all onto my laptop. I then enjoyed a little visual reminder of the past two months or so, crikey, it was a revelation! I had forgotten so much of what I've been up to, haha....my memory is really shockingly bad but it's one of the many reasons I love to document my days here on my blog. Anyhow - my Summer has actually been pretty wonderful (in a very quiet, mundane sort of a way) and now here we are tipping gently into the Autumn season.

There is so much that I would have liked to have shared with you during August and September as I continued to take photos most days even though no words wanted to chatter along with the visuals. But I started to feel really over whelmed by the idea of trying to "catch up" with so many weeks of summery comings and goings, and overwhelm is never a good route back into blogging. So today I made the decision to just open my Attic window wide and let the fresh air stream in and not worry about the weeks that have been and gone. I'm focussing on the here and now, and today it's been absolutely bloomin' gorgeous!

As you can see from the photos, we've been blessed with stunning weather today. The top photo was taken this morning as we were walking into town to run some errands and enjoy a quick coffee in one of our favourite cafés. It was one of those golden, misty, mellow mornings which shouted AUTUMN in capital letters, so perfectly, wonderfully seasonal. Mid morning, J and I drove out into the Yorkshire Dales to walk around Grimwith Resevoir which we haven't done since back last year I don't think. It was so beautiful, oh I just lapped it up with my heart and soul, it was October at it's absolute best. We stopped half way round (it's about a 2 hour gentle stroll) and sat on a wooden bench to drink hot coffee and enjoy the extensive views across the water. We've had such a lovely day enjoying the simple things in life, and I couldn't have been happier.

So.........you may have wondered at the title of this post...Blogtober eh? Well it came into my head this morning as I was pondering on the whole notion of it now being October - I remembered that in years gone by, Blogtober used to be A Popular Thing. It's not a thing that I've joined in with before, but having just completed a month long photo challenge on Instagram where I posted an image every day during September (more on that another day), I feel inspired to carry on and give that same commitment to my blog throughout the month of October. So a new post every day, for thirty one days. Yes!!! I'm really liking this idea!! Of course this being me, there are absolutely no guarantees and no plans in place, so I shall be winging it all the way. I'm not doing this challenge with anybody else (does anyone still blog these days? Do blogging challenges still even exist?), but just for myself I felt like it would be a fun thing to try. I anticipate that some days will be quite short and sweet, and other days I might have a whole lot more to say. I hope you'll enjoy visiting with me to have a peek at what I'm up to each day, I'm actually rather excited by the whole idea of daily chats in the Attic.

And on that happy note I shall love you and leave you......until tomorrow! Yay!!!!

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The Aria Blanket :: Ta-dah!!

This is a story about a blanket that is all heart. It is so full of feels that it's hard to know how to begin to tell you the story, but I shall do my very best. I chose these colours waaaaaaaaay back in the depths of winter last year, towards the very tail end of 2019, yes, so long ago now. At the time I was planning this blanket for Spring 2020, thinking that it would be a beautiful follow up project after the Dahlia CAL.

What is interesting about this colour palette is that for the first time in a long while there was no solid, tangible inspiration for it. No pretty flowers, no rolling hills, no falling leaves, no crashing waves. It was simply a collection of colours that made me feel HAPPY. Actually, no, that's not true. Happy isn't quite the right word - it's more like UTTER JOY. The kind of joy that wells up from your toes, wiggles in your belly, dances across your heart and spins right through your mind. Do you know that feeling? It's something I am very fortunate enough to experience quite often in my life, a soul-deep emotional response to something very beautiful. Maybe it's the colour of the sky, or the feeling of blissful warm sun on my face after a cold spell. I wanted to capture something that reminded me of sunshine and warmth, the feeling of finally being outdoors on a warm, bright day after so many weeks and months of cool grey. That first inhale of fresh grass and country air, of sun dappled woodland, or of salty sea spray.

I know this probably sounds very fanciful and a bit "arty-farty" (J's words, I don't take it personally I promise), but there you have it. Maybe you look at this colour palette and see a rainbow, or just inexplicably feel happy when you look at them without needing to relate it to anything in particular.

I happen to love love love love love love LOVE these colours together. There is heat and there is cool, excitement and balance. It pops and it stills, it's dynamic yet calm too. It sings such a beautiful song to me! Incidentally, talking of songs, the word Aria is a musical term which refers to a melody, and I kind of love that it has a musical link to my Harmony blanket. Aria is also the Italian word for"air" - every time I look at this colour palette it makes me feel like I am breathing in lungfuls of fresh, sunshine-filled air, which naturally contributes to the Joyful factor for me. Very much so.

As is usual for my blankets, I've chosen 15 shades of Stylecraft Special DK for my Aria blanket.

This is enough to make a blanket measuring approximately 150cm square (or 120cm x 180cm single bed size if you wish to create a striped blanket from the Aria yarn pack)

Colours from left to right...

♥ Boysenberry ♥ Pomegranate ♥ Tomato ♥ Gold ♥ Pistachio ♥

♥ Lime ♥ Apple ♥ Spearmint ♥ Sage ♥ Cornish Blue ♥

♥ Bluebell ♥ Cloud Blue ♥ Wisteria ♥ Violet ♥ Proper Purple ♥

You can find the Aria yarn pack in my shop at Wool Warehouse, click on the link below...

ARIA YARN PACK*

* the yarn pack contains a 12 page full colour A4 printed pattern

Again, in an unusual twist for me, I started making this blanket without any concrete idea of what I was actually doing. I usually have a very firm design in mind when I start a blanket journey, but not so with Aria. It simply didn't want to be firmed up at all, it was fluid and changeable and so I decided to go with the flow and allow the design to unfold by itself. I knew how the actual pattern was going to work as I'd already designed this square back last year in celebration of granny Square Day 2019 (you see it on Instagram HERE).

So I simply sat down and began to crochet. I decided on a square 12 x 12 format and set about making 144 little round-1 circles. That's them in the photo above, don't they look lush all together like that?

To give you an idea of timing - I began crocheting the Aria blanket in early March, so a time before "Lockdown" when we had absolutely no idea whatsoever about a global pandemic sweeping in and changing our lives so dramatically. No. Idea. I was happily going about my usual business, crocheting these bright, uplifting colours and dreaming about summer living.

Designing a blanket on the fly is not for the faint hearted. It's a really pretty hard way to go about things to be honest! I tried to make the best colour choices without really understanding what this blanket was trying to do. I just went with gut instinct, tried not to worry too much or overthink my decisions and hoped that all would be well.

Here we are at the end of March now, and the start of full pandemic lockdown life. Endless hours and days at home, with nothing to do but try and stay calm and immerse myself in the therapeutic pleasures of colour and creativity.

With the second colour added, I slowly began to get a feel for what was happening, and what Aria was trying to say to me. I thought at first that the palette was going to be loosely arranged in rows, a falling waterfall of colour if you like. But I took my time, playing around with the squares over many days until finally Aria began to sing to me. It really didn't want to be in regimented lines at all, it wanted to pulse and radiate out from the centre! I could see it clearly now, feel how the design was forming itself almost without my help. It was honestly like magic, I can't find the words to describe the feeling to you. It was pretty amazing.

So I continued to trust my instinct and began working from the centre of the blanket outwards - this is a first for me, and not the way I usually do things, but it was so much fun! I made a 4 x 4 central square, concentrating on the hot side of the colour palette. I spent a LOT of time crawling about on the floor arranging and rearranging the squares and yarn balls to try and get a handle on how to work it out. I simply couldn't come up with anything mathematical or logical so just had to wing it, making every single colour decision on pure instinct as I went along. Hundreds of decisions - imagine that?! It was thrilling and exhausting, a real labour of love.

24th April now, a whole month after lockdown began, and the weather in the UK was incredible. Weeks of heat and sunshine, the hottest Spring I can remember in many years. I did some of my hooking outside, but truthfully it was a weeny bit too hot to sit for long.

So I came back inside, working at the dining table as best as I could. I arranged my squares on trays so that I could easily clear away every time we needed to sit down to eat. It was a neat way to work actually as those trays became working colour palettes and allowed me to easily see what colours I had to play with.

Can you see in the photo above, how the colour design is beginning to show? See how the heat sits in the centre and there is a gentle pulse as the reds and oranges give way to gold and greens? 

The next phase was to introduce the cooler colours, bringing in the softer green tones and easing in some blues.

I was having a huge amount of creative fun by this point as I began to feel more confident and sure of myself. There was still a massive element of chance (flying by the seat of my pants, really) but by taking my time and engaging my creative brain to the max, I relished the challenge of it.

We were easing into the very end of April now, and the weather took a turn for the worse. We pulled our jumpers back on, hunkered down and lit the fire, and it was pretty cosy here in the Attic. Of course I would much rather have the sun and heat, but fireside hooky time is pretty special.

I alternated my time between the dining table and the living room floor, moving my trays and yarn supplies to and fro when I needed to and making the best of working from home. I needed to use the floor when I had lots of colour decisions to make as it allowed me to gain a better perspective. I could lay the blanket out and stand above it, making sure everything was balancing and singing in harmony.

I preferred to crochet sat at the table and spent many hours with my hook as I worked and joined the last big round of squares. Using the join-as-you-go technique is wonderful, but it does mean that from a design point of view, you need to have a strong creative vision. You need to be able to imagine what those squares will look like with their final colours added, and it's not always an easy things to do. But honestly, I'm super-proud of what I managed to achieve by winging it!!!! Hahaha!!!!

I mean, just look at it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Isn't it a delight???!!!!!

One hundred and forty four squares completed and joined and I was SO HAPPY.

We are jaunting through early May now, my absolute favourite time of year by far. The colours of the blanket were making me so happy, and I was spending as much time as possible outside. Remember we were still in Lockdown, and only allowed our one walk a day, but I was absolutely breathing in every second of fresh air and enjoying it to the full.

I'm working on the border now, long rounds of treble crochet, a soothing rhythm to get lost in.

I worked 9 plain rounds of border, making it very bright and colourful, and finished with a little bit of a decorative edging......

....it turned out just how I had imagined it. It's always a great moment when a blanket is finished and you can give it a little bit of Spa treatment. I washed the blanket in the washing machine on a normal 40 degree wash - blankets made in Stylecraft Special come out of the machine just damp and not sopping wet as they can withstand a fairly decent spin. I then spread the blanket out directly on the carpeted Attic floor, smoothing and gently stretching it into shape. 

It didn't need too many pins, just a line of them around the outer edge where the border joined onto the squares. I left it for a full 24 hours to make sure it was thoroughly dry before unpinning it and dancing a happy jig.....

....oh, I was SO so pleased with it! Such a beautiful, joyful thing!

On a sunny morning in early June I took Aria to the meadow to try and take some photos. It was pretty early in the morning and not many folk about, but still I felt self conscious about doing the whole photo shoot thing. The buttercups were in full flower and I had an idea that the blanket would look stunning with a natural floral background.

I took a whole load of terrible photos to be honest with you, there are very few that I would want to share with you. And yet I still think that despite the really poor photography skills, the blanket looks delightful.

After the meadow morning, I began to use the Aria blanket without really worrying about photographing it. I was just so in love with it that I took it everywhere with me.  The above photo was taken one evening in late June, just around the time of the Summer Solstice. Oh, those long, light filled summer days make me soooooo happy! It was around 9pm in the above photo and I'd spent a few hours at the park crocheting and day dreaming. It was absolutely blissful and such a wonderful summer memory for me to hold onto.

In August, Aria came with me when we went down to Dorset for a few days.

It spent many happy hours on the beach, looking fabulous in all it's radiating colourful glory. I wonder what you make of the design, do you like the way the colours play out? Are you surprised at how well it works, considering you now know the rather haphazard story behind it?! 

↑↑↑ This has to be one of my all time favourite blanket photos, I love it so, so much. It was a quick snap of Little Lady playing with the blanket for me after we'd walked along the clifftops to a quiet stretch of beach to picnic and swim. The clouds had rolled in so the sun has dimmed a little but it was still hot with a light breeze blowing. Such a lot of great memories already held in this blanket of mine, and isn't that one of the very best things about making blankets? They are the most excellent keepers of memories.

Now I absolutely loved making and joining these squares and had become more than a little obsessed about this colour palette. But I do know after many years of sharing my blankets with you that crocheting squares isn't everyone's cup of tea. So I set my mind back into design mode and began working on a stripe sampler. Ah, stripes are so much easier to get to grips with! Out came my trusty yarn pegs and it was a breeze working these delicious colours into a pleasing sequence.

So in the photo above, you can see two stripy possibilities. On the left is what I would call a "modern rainbow" - the Aria colours ordered into a sequence which follows the colour wheel. I think this repeating stripe would make a fantastic blanket and if this tickles your fancy, here is the order for the Aria Rainbow :

1. Pomegranate
2. Tomato
3. Gold
4. Lime
5. Pistachio
6. Apple
7. Sage
8. Spearmint
9. Cloud Blue
10. Cornish blue
11. Bluebell
12. Wisteria
13. Violet
14. Proper Purple
15. Boysenberry

On the right in the photo above you can see my long skinny "Aria mixed stripe" sampler. This contains equal quantities of all 15 colours, designed so that you could use any of my existing stripe patterns to make it.

I am very, very lucky to have a fabulous group of online hooky friends who offered to step in and help me out here. When they got wind of a Striped Aria, they were all for it and volunteered to test it out for me. Would you like to see?

OK, here you go......................

Oh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Isn't that just divine?! This beautiful blanket was crocheted by Darlene, combining the Aria colour pack with the Hydrangea Stripe pattern. I had always wanted to see the Hydrangea stripe worked up in stronger colours and this absolutely did not disappoint.

↑↑↑ This shows Darlene's blanket in full. Following the Hydrangea pattern she crocheted 88 stripes in total.

↑↑↑ Now this stunner was made by Kris, an Aria Interlocking Ripple blanket. What do you think, isn't it a beauty? She created her own stunning colour sequence and followed the Neat Ripple pattern.

↑↑↑ Jane decided to make a colourful version of the Neat Wave (the pattern I used to make the Moorland blanket), and I think it looks incredible. I love the way the wave pattern makes the stripes almost look like they are moving, it's really striking to look at.

↑↑↑ Fran decided to use her Aria colours to make a simple Granny Stripe, using the repetitive, easy rows for some top notch hooky therapy. I know how much she is enjoying the Aria colour palette, they really are "happy colours".

I'd like to say a huge big thank you to my HH friends, you are all amazing and I am so lucky to have you on this journey with me ♥

Now rather than write out a huge long list of the colours for the Aria Mixed Stripe, J has helped me to create a series of worksheets. Depending on which stripe pattern you choose (there are nine of them) each pattern will have a different number of stripes. I hope this makes sense! Just click on the Worksheet links to pop up a PDF which you can download. 

♥ Aria Cosy Stitch Worksheet (90 stripes)

♥ Aria Granny Stitch Worksheet (90 stripes)

♥ Aria Hydrangea Stitch Worksheet (88 stripes)

♥ Aria Neat Ripple Stitch Worksheet (84 stripes)

♥ Aria Neat Wave Stitch Worksheet (115 stripes) : as used in the Moorland Blanket

♥ Aria Seashell Stitch Worksheet (100 stripes)  : as used in the Dune blanket

♥ Aria Spike Stitch Worksheet (99 stripes)  : as used in the Dahlia blanket

♥ Aria Trellis Stitch Worksheet (84 stripes) : as used in the Sweet Pea blanket

♥ Aria Woodland Ripple Stitch (105 stripes)

I hope this additional colour info is helpful - all patterns (including starting chains etc) are in my sidebar in the usual place, I expect you will already be familiar with many of them and will already have a favourite.

So......the Aria Square. As you can see it's a very, very simple take on a five-round granny square, using groups of 2-trebles worked out of the spaces. I wanted something very easy that would work well for beginners, a simple square that would become a great vehicle for a whole load of colour play.

You can find the tutorial in my left hand side bar, or click on the following link >>

ARIA BLANKET PATTERN

There are only three colour changes for each square, so the dreaded darning in of the ends is kept to a minimum. I know so many people fret about The Ends, but it's really pretty simple - every time you finish a round and snip off the yarn, grab your needle and immediately tuck those ends away. Every. Single. Time. It takes mere seconds and then it is done, no fretting, no drama, no dingly dangly bits of yarn getting in your way. Easy peasy, I promise you.

The join-as-you-go method is a little more complicated to explain but I would still say it is suitable for beginners to try. I've made my usual full photo tutorial which explains this method and shows you how to work the Aria squares and join them in methodical horizontal rows. If you can make a slip stitch, then you can definitely do this method. Alternatively, if you really dislike join-as-you-go, you can make up all the squares and crochet them together at the end. I have a tutorial for making a slip-stitch seam join ((here)).

So I think that's pretty much it for the Aria story, thank you so much if you have got this far as I know this has been a long blog post. I suddenly had a lot to say, didn't I?!

I shall leave you with one last photo - me in my happy place down in Dorset, with windswept sea-salty hair and a very happy heart.......

.....Ta-dah!!!!

Thank you as always for sharing in my ta-dah moments and encouraging me on this creative journey. I am so very grateful for you.

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Here are the links all in one place :

♥ ARIA BLANKET TUTORIAL

♥ ARIA YARN PACK (contains 12 page printed pattern)

♥ ARIA WORKSHEET DOWNLOAD (the colour sequence for the squares)

 

 

Granny Square Day 2020

If you have a smart phone you may well have the Instagram app at the end of your fingertips, and you may also find yourself following along with the vibrant, worldwide crochet community that exists there. You can find pretty much every well known crochet designer/blogger over there on the 'gram, sharing yarn, projects, patterns and creative life in general within their little grid of squares. Yarn makers, crochet magazines and yarn shops are also there alongside thousands of crocheters, and there is a huge pile of inspiration to be found by following hashtags too. For example, if you look at the hashtag #grannysquare there are a whopping 699 THOUSAND images. It's truly incredible. Attic24 has it's own hashtags too - #attic24 currently has 48.8 thousand posts....let that sink in for a moment.....forty eight point eight thousand. I have a lot of virtual friends on the 'gram!!

Anyhow....yesterday on Instagram it was Granny Square Day, which happens every year on 15th August. It's a beautiful celebration of the vibrant online crochet community and the love for the traditional granny square. The idea is that you can click on the hashtag #grannysquareday2020 within Instagram and your phone screen will be filled with hundreds of granny squares, creating a virtual community blanket. Hosted by Simply Crochet Magazine, you can find loads of free granny square patterns by designers from all over the globe, as well as top tips and fun photos to make you smile.

The day was epic, with over 5000 granny square images shared under the hashtag. It's such a joyful thing, the very best kind of online creative community spirit.

If you don't have the app on your phone, you can also access images via a web browser on your computer - click on the following link to see some of the #grannysquareday2020 images >>

https://www.instagram.com/explore/tags/grannysquareday2020/

The above photo is credit to my friend Kathryn of Crafternoon Treats. She created this beautiful mosaic of her favourite granny squares from yesterdays celebration, and I think it is just stunning. It gives you a good idea of the sheer variety of squares that were made and shared this year, from the beautifully simple, classic granny square original, to the most intricate applique and overlay designs.

As I mentioned, Simply Crochet are the hosts of the celebration, and the current issue of the magazine (issue 100) has lots of granny square inspiration in it's pages, as well as a free booklet containing 100 granny square patterns. I was really happy to contribute to an article all about granny squares.....

.....and I have to say it's still a major shock to see my mug shot in print! Even after working with Simply Crochet for 6 years, I still have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming the whole thing.

In the article I chatted about my love for granny squares and the nostalgic feeling they give. I taught myself to crochet in 2007 purely so that I could make a blanket for my Little People (who were then aged 3 and 5). This was my first ever crochet project as an absolute beginner and it took me five months to complete. It lives on the back of my grey sofa, a little bit worn and faded now, but so very, very loved.

The traditional granny square is well known to every crocheter, and there is also a vast number of pattern variations in existence. One of the very first patterns I designed and shared here on my blog was the Summer Garden Granny Square (shown above). It's a simple twist on the original where the first two rounds are made to resemble a flower which then gives way to the traditional 3-treble groups of a basic granny.

For me, the thing that defines a granny square is that the groups of stitches are worked into the spaces between stitches rather than into the top of the stitches themselves. I apologise if you aren't a hooker because this won't make any sense to you at all, but I promise I won't waffle on about stitchy terminology for too long.

Many of the squares I saw on Instagram yesterday weren't actually granny squares - yes they were square in shape, but they weren't constructed in the granny square style (ie groups of stitches worked into spaces), which I found myself feeling a bit bothered about. The humble granny square is just so lovely and to be celebrated in it's simplicity.

Above is another of my granny square variations - this is the Harmony Square which I designed in 2015. Do you know, it's actually quite difficult to come up with new granny squares because the essence of them is their simple construction and there is only so much change and variation you can make. It doesn't stop me wanting to try though!

I designed the above granny square especially for this years Granny Square Day. I started experimenting on Friday morning whilst sat in the park with friends partaking in a very lovely and informal al fresco crochet n natter sesh. I kept coming back to tweak it and re-sample it throughout the day and by the evening I'd settled on the final design. I'm super happy with it! I've named it the Leo Granny Square, in recognition of the zodiac sign for mid August which is when Granny Square Day takes place every year.

I had fun picking out the colours for my squares, dipping into the box of oddments and scraps of Stylecraft Special DK left over from my extensive blanket making. 

The Leo square is made up of 7 rounds / 7 colours, and I thought you might like to see my mini colour palettes.....

♥ Raspberry ♥ Fondant ♥ Powder Pink ♥ Cloud Blue ♥ Sage ♥ Cornish Blue ♥ Violet ♥

♥ Cloud Blue ♥ Turquoise ♥ Lapis ♥ Wisteria ♥ Violet ♥ Fuchsia ♥ Tomato ♥

♥ Buttermilk ♥ Mushroom ♥ Grape ♥ Lincoln ♥ Pistachio ♥ Sage ♥ Lavender ♥

♥ Camel ♥ Buttermilk ♥ Dandelion ♥ Meadow ♥ Pale Rose ♥ Raspberry ♥ Plum ♥

♥ Wisteria ♥ Grape ♥ Raspberry ♥ Meadow ♥ Sage ♥ Duck Egg ♥ Mushroom ♥

I made this last square this afternoon so that I could photograph a step by step tutorial for you, and I think it's my favourite combo of colours. They are so serene and pretty, like a waft of fresh summer air.

You can find the tutorial for the Leo Granny Square over in my left hand sidebar, or click on the following link >>

❤️ LEO GRANNY SQUARE TUTORIAL ❤️

There is also a PDF version of the pattern for you to download/print free of charge, click on the following link >>

❤️ DOWNLOAD LEO GRANNY SQUARE PATTERN ❤️

It's been a lot of fun designing and playing with colours the past few days and I've really enjoyed myself inside my little creative bubble. I was away for a few days earlier in the week down in Dorset with the family, gosh it did me the world of good. I hadn't realised quite how much I needed the break away to completely rest and recharge my batteries. We came home on Wednesday and I feel completely re-energised and full of good spirit. I'll show you some photos from our time away very soon, a little bit of sea air and lots of glorious sunshine. It was quite marvellous!

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In The Slow Lane

Hello my friends, thank you so much for paying me a  visit, it's really lovely to welcome you back into the Attic. Here I am, quietly and gently stepping through my days as we continue to navigate life in a global pandemic. During the past month quite a bit has changed here in the UK as shops, restaurants, cafes, pubs, bars and leisure centres have all reopened. Although we are still practising social distancing we are no longer in Lockdown, but for me personally I continue to live my life in a rather small, quiet bubble very close to home. 

Our "Daily Walk" which became an absolutely vital part of Lockdown is still happening. We don't go every single day but more often than not you will find us tramping along these very familiar and much loved pathways through the woods.

It really is glorious out there when the high summer sunshine streams down through the greenery.

Mind you, July was an extremely wet drippy month but often pretty warm too - there was a very damp, humid spell when a persistent light rain fell for endless days and it felt like there was never quite enough oxygen in the air to breathe properly.

We still walked in the woods even in the rain, and I tell you I inhaled so deeply that I nearly turned myself inside out - ohhhhhh, the scent of warm, damp earthy green woodland is such a wonderful, wonderful thing!

There is something very soothing about the gentle sound of rain falling in woodland - that soft, continuous patter as the droplets hit leaves is just magical. I've always appreciated having this ancient woodland just a short walk from our front door, but during the past few months I've been glad of it more than ever. It has been absolutely beautiful to walk the same paths almost every day and watch the seasons change slowly from Spring to Summer. I wonder how it's going to feel as we see Summer gently give way to the colours of Autumn? I will do my very best not to give in to the melancholy that often comes over me at Summers end. I shall embrace the change with a positive mindset (I will, I will!)

Last week I created a new midweek routine for myself. Of course I didn't know it would become a routine at the time, but after repeating it again this week, I think I've decided to officially adopt it as my weekly "Wednesday thing". This is how it is when you relish life in the Slow Lane.....these little routines become very important!

Ten o'clock and off I go, out the door, down the street, turn right and walk about five minutes or so down the road to one of my favourite little cafés on the edge of town. It's small with only a handful of tables at the moment due to social distancing. It is so charming inside with a bit of a continental atmosphere, and oooohmygosh the coffee is sensational. I just adore it, and can happily sit at a table all by myself, sipping my coffee and feeling like I am on holiday.

Once my coffee is finished, I am ready to head into town. Another few minutes walk along the side of the canal...

...then a quick jaunt up a little narrow cobbled cut-through (what do you call these, it's a narrow lane that runs between buildings and connects two roads? An alleyway, a snicket, a ginnel?) - anyhooo, up here I go, emerging into the very centre of the bustling main street in town.

The market comes to town three days a week on Wednesday, Friday and Saturday and it re-opened at the start of June. Since then we have been making a concentrated effort to visit a couple times a week to buy fresh produce and support small local businesses as much as we can. 

First stop is the cheese stall where I buy some "True Grit" which is our favourite farmhouse cheddar. Some soft creamy goats cheese also makes it into my bag.

Next stop is for fruit and veggies - oh my, such a treat. I admit that in recent years we had gotten very lazy with our food shopping, using the supermarket for pretty much everything as it was just so convenient. Lockdown has caused us to rethink our habits and find a new appreciation for shopping small. 

It's been a revelation, truly! Eggs, meat, cheese, the most incredible sourdough bread from a new local micro-bakery, as well as an abundance of fresh fruit and veggies are crammed into my bag. I absolutely love it. LOVE it! And I'm determined that this will be the only way to shop from now on. We still use the supermarket once a week for basic groceries, but I'm so happy to rediscover the joys of living and shopping in a small, rural market town.

There is such a lot of pleasure to be had from tasty, fresh wholesome ingredients and I really enjoy preparing, cooking and eating in this way. I very rarely eat anything processed these days, and I think it's making a huge difference to my overall health and well being. I'll be chatting some more about this at some point as my eating/health has undergone quite a big change in the past eight months (for the better I might add). For now, please just feast your eyes on the above photo (Wednesdays lunch following the aforementioned trip to the market) and get a load of those incredible "Yorkshire Black" tomatoes!! Wowsers, the flavour....oh, you have no idea. Too good for words.

I think one of the most difficult things for me personally during Lockdown has been the loss of my alone time. Our house is pretty small with just one open plan living/dining room which as you can imagine is a very well used space for a family of five. Sometimes I've found that I really, really crave some uninterrupted time to just be alone with my own thoughts, to quietly think and ponder, to noodle on creative ideas, to just allow my thoughts to run through my mind without any conversation or background noise interfering. This is pretty vital to my well being, I am an introvert through and through and I desperately need regular quiet time to process and make sense of life and all the things that seem to be on my plate each day.

Every so often I'll reach a point where I just know I need to get out and be by myself. Luckily the Little People are very self sufficient and J is working from home, so I'm (mostly) at liberty to take off out the door when I feel the need.

I don'd tend to go far - just five minutes walking brings me up the cobbled streets, over the hill, down through the park, through the wooden gate and into the meadow. I honestly feel my soul breathing out with utter relief when I am gifted with these far reaching views and the tranquil sounds of nature doing it's thing.

There is a pathway that meanders all the way around the edge of the meadow, and usually by the time I get back to the wooden gate I feel like my mind has cleared and my emotions have settled. Being out amongst nature is truly the best tonic.

The wild flowers have been amazing this year, what with the abundance of hot sunny weather through spring, then the shed-loads of rain we've had so far this summer. The meadows, verges and hedgerows have been a riot of living colour and I have really delighted in observing it. 

Right now the flowers are almost gone and the tall, pollen laden grasses are taking over but it has been so lovely to feast on the floral beauty while it's lasted. 

My climbing rose at the front of the house is doing well this year and I've really been enjoying having small summer posies on my table again. More than ever before, I've been appreciating the small simple rituals and seasonal routines that bring pleasure to my days spent at home. 

Snipping a few flowers to bring indoors....

....pegging laundry on the line to air dry in the sun (ooooo, fresh sun-dried bedding is one of most favourite things about summer!)

....pulling on a pair of hand knit woolly socks when the evenings feel unexpectedly damp and chilly.

They are such small pleasures in the scheme of things, but I value these little comforts enormously. 

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The Little People (who really aren't so very little any more) have coped remarkably well through Lockdown, and I feel so very grateful for the ease of parenting them at this age (they are 17, 16 and 10). I've especially relished all the extra time I've had with Little Lady, we get on extremely well and are very close. Like most teenagers she spends much of her time in her bedroom when she's at home, but she does still choose to hang out downstairs to watch a film or have a chat with us "oldies". By the way, I'm loving seeing my Aria blanket being so well loved and used around here since I completed it in May. More news about that coming up!

At the start of Lockdown my planner sat untouched - I felt like I had absolutely no reason to open the pages. Why bother planning when there is nothing to do and nowhere to go? Why make to-do lists when everything is on hold, things are being cancelled left right and centre and we feel like we are simply treading water? That was definitely my mindset for the first couple of months, but towards the end of May I really began to miss it. I felt adrift and lethargic, frustrated and a bit lost, and one day I suddenly had the realisation that getting back to my planner might just help me deal with all those feelings. 

I began to make some simple to-do lists for the week and noted down small accomplishments each day. And for the first time I also started to write down random thoughts, dreams and ideas as they occurred to me, a series of mini " brain dumps" if you like. This is the sort of stuff that usually stays firmly locked inside my head in a big giant tangle unless I make a deliberate effort to sort through it and release it all - it gets very congested inside my head if I'm not careful! Mental tangles are absolutely no good for the likes of me, they make me feel agitated, frustrated and weighed down. 

This is just a brief summary of how I've been feeling of late - there are other things that have been going on which have all contributed to me feeling very off kilter just recently, but I can tell you that I am good! I am emerging from my Personal Wobble feeling really positive and ready to make things happen. I have plans and dreams, and I am quietly hopeful for some changes in the future which will open up all sorts of wonderful things. I promise to elaborate when the time is right.

So yes I've been a bit wobbly, and I've been feeling doubtful and insecure about certain things, but honestly I really am not complaining. Life in my own personal Slow Lane has been pretty damn good and I count my blessings every single day. 

In June I quietly celebrated the Summer Solstice and faffed my mantel for my most adored season of all. Did I tell you how much I love the Summertime ;) Hahaha, of course I did, I probably dwell on it way too much, but summer, oh my, I do LOVE it so. I love the relaxed ease of these months, the outdoor living, the colours and the warmth, the flowers and the holiday vibes. But most of all I love the light in summer, these looooong hours of daylight feed my soul like nothing else. 

Take the above photo for example.

The date : 23rd June, the day after the solstice.

The time : 20:53.

Almost nine o'clock at night, and was in the park (on my own I might add, nobody else wanted to come) sat on my Aria blanket crocheting up a stripe sampler in the soft golden glow at the end of a hot day.

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..........it was just so delicious! I didn't speak to anyone, just sat quietly with my own thoughts, feeling the sun on my face and the yarn run through my fingers, listening to the sound of laughter and music coming from a nearby group of teenagers. Watching the sun lower in the sky until it fell behind the trees, thinking how magical life can be if you just take the time to stop and soak it all in.

Incidentally - my Aria blanket is giving me all the happy summer feels, the colour palette is scrumptious I have to say. Did you know that the word "Aria" means "air" in Italian? It makes me think of the utter joy of breathing in lungfuls of fresh air after a long time spent cooped up indoors. Memories of lazy hours spent outdoors enjoying a light fresh breeze with the sun on your face. 

After a long, unavoidable delay due to the pandemic, the pattern and yarn kit for the Aria blanket should be ready in early September. I'll be able to tell you more about it a bit closer to the time - I am really looking forward to sharing it with you.

I really hope you are all doing OK and that you are practising lots of self care and prioritising your own wellbeing. I've learnt how important it is to check in with ourselves regularly and make sure all is well right down into our souls. 

Wishing you a fabulous weekend in your own lane of life, however fast or slow it is....!

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With Thanks

Hello!!!!!!!! I'm waving a meek little hello to you all from the Attic window and offering up some white scented stocks (which smell heavenly) in heartfelt thanks for your kindness and wonderings over  my absence of late.

It's been over a month since I was last here in my precious little patch of cyber space, and as is sometimes the case it was a completely unintentional break. The days drifted by and although I frequently thought to myself "I really should update my blog very soon", I somehow wasn't able to find my voice. All my instincts were telling me to stay quiet and lay low for a while, and so quite simply that is what I have been doing. 

I've found myself coming through a very introspective and questioning time and it's been cathartic I guess, if a little unsettling! I'm hoping to find a way to articulate my thoughts and to be able to share my realisations with you very soon - it's all quite personal stuff but I have always found great comfort and clarity in putting my thoughts and feelings into words here in this space. 

Anyhow, I promise faithfully that I will be back here in the Attic to continue sharing my days with you. Thank you so, so much for visiting me here, and for thinking of me. I appreciate you all very, very much.

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Home Safe :: Week Nine

Hello, hello, how are you all doing? I'm once again late to my own bloggy gig, being that week nine was over some time ago, but better late than never eh? I've been doing Ok, a bit up and down I guess, but the downs never seem to last for long thank goodness. So shall we have a little catch up? 

Middle May was an absolutely gorgeous time, full of warm breezes, blazing sunshine and much green lushness.

We continued our daily walks, appreciating the very fine weather and being inspired and uplifted by nature.

I love that these daily walks have become such an important part of lockdown for us, and I really appreciate the precious little snippets of family time that it gives us. As you know, I adore walking for pleasure and find that being surrounded by nature has a very positive effect on my well being, but family time adds a whole extra dimension to the experience. We usually walk in the early afternoon as J is ready for a break from his working day round about then. We walk the same route each time, day after day, and the familiarity of it is extremely comforting somehow.

Having said all that great stuff about family togetherness, every so often I find myself craving some outdoorsy solitude. It's easiest for me to sneak this in during the early morning before the demands of the day have a chance to catch me. I walk down through the park and around the meadow, ducking through flower-laden hedgerows and following well worn pathways.

I've been keeping my beady eye on the elderflower trees in the hedgerows as we are approaching cordial making season. I think after all the sunshine that it'll be early this year, so I hope to take a jaunt out to my usual place to gather some in when the time is right.

I brought some more cow parsley home while it was still in it's prime but my goodness it was totally laden with pollen so it didn't last long on my table before I had to evict it. It was certainly pretty while it lasted.

I've been trying out a new routine where I start my day with a little bit of healthy re-hydration instead of diving straight into my coffee. I think I've mentioned that I'm only drinking decaff coffee at home right now but I've been making a conscious effort to drink more water too. I add a couple of fresh lemon slices and a sliver or two of fresh ginger to my cup, then top up with hot water. I think this cup holds around a third of a litre and I do so enjoy the refreshment of it first thing in the morning. Somehow even inhaling the steam feels like it's doing me good. 

I'm continuing with my healthy eating and am absolutely love love loving preparing wholesome meals for myself. During these stay-home days we mostly all please ourselves for breakfast and lunch - even Little B has started making his own food for these meals after some encouragement and basic lessons in kitchen skills. So I get to faff with my own breakfast and lunch to my hearts content, making simple meals that please me enormously. I think breakfast/brunch is my most favourite meal of the day, especially at the moment when I get to take my time and truly savour it.

Middle May was peak asparagus season and as you might expect I've been absolutely making the most of it. Asparagus bundles come home from the supermarket with our big weekly shop, and in week nine we took a walk to the farm shop for the first time in two months especially to buy Yorkshire grown asparagus. My favourite way to cook it is on a griddle pan - first pour a teeny bit of olive oil onto the spears and massage it in well so that they are completely coated and glossy. Then pop them straight onto a hot griddle for around 10-15 mins until the spears are softened and lightly charred but still retain a little bite. A squeeze of lemon juice, salt and pepper and eaten pronto while they are still hot. Yum yum yum yum.

I finally found time to mount up my Spring cross stitch sampler from Cotton and Twine and I really love it. I took some photos of the seasonal samplers I've made so far (Autumn, Winter and Spring) and plan to show you those in a separate post, if I can ever catch up with myself. I have all the good intentions, just gotta try and follow through with the actual doing. I will try, I promise.

Week nine saw me dancing on the very, very exciting edge of The Edge of this  - my beautiful, joyful Aria blanket. When I picked out the colour palette for this blanket it was early December and of course back then we had no idea that Covid-19 would become a global pandemic. As I've worked on the design this Spring, it has been nothing short of magical. I have felt really uplifted by the positive, happy colours and the gentle creativity it has brought into my life at a time when I most needed it. I can't wait to share it with you.

I snapped the above photo on a random morning, two pairs of hand knit socks freshly washed and dried and waiting on the stairs to go up to my bedroom. The chore of doing the laundry made happier by pretty yarny stripes, domesticity at it's finest. Actually, the photo reminds me that during middle May we did have a bit of a cold snap, well certainly the evenings felt cold. I would spend all day wearing flip flops, wiggling my bare toes very happily, only to find my feet would be freezing in the evenings. Wooly socks to the rescue!

The kitty continues to try her best not to be irritated by her humans, occasionally deciding that we are worthy of her company. I find at the moment that I am very rarely sat still in one place for any length of time as I feel quite restless and unsettled most the time. But when I took the above photo I had settled into the big chair with a blanket on my lap to read, and of course I provided the perfect warm spot for a daytime kitty nap. There is nothing more comforting than the warm weight of a soundly sleeping pile of fur on your lap.

These home days are certainly strange things, bringing about a restless apathy and an almost permanent sense of unease, but at the same time delivering a huge dose of gratitude for simple home comforts and the closeness of family. I have relished spending more time with the Little People, although sadly that doesn't include the eldest Teen who at 17 is very much keeping himself hidden away in his lair. But Little B and Little Lady have been great companions during our days spent at home and I've really enjoyed their company.

I've been cooking with Little B, teaching him how to make simple meals for himself. I have always made his meals for him whenever he's home, partly because I like doing it, but partly because I just didn't figure that he might enjoy doing it for himself (he is ten years old). So I showed him the tin opener, instructed on how to make up the perfect mix of tuna/salad cream/mayonnaise, let him handle a sharp knife to slice up cucumber and tomato for a sandwich, and taught him how to fry an egg. We started making scotch pancakes together on Sundays, a joint effort whereby he measures and mixes the batter, I heat the pan and do the dolloping, and he handles the spatula and flipping. It was fun, and that giant stack fed both Little B and Little Lady.

Little Lady is now 16 (strange to think that she was just 3 years old when I began writing my blog?!) and we get on extremely well. I have loved chatting to her about all sorts of things during these past months when we've been home together, and she has very kindly made herself available to me as my personal nail technician. Yes, once again I am attempting to grow and strengthen my nails. We play music in her bedroom parlour as she deals with my cuticles, files the nail shape and then paints 2 coats plus a topcoat. It takes time and is certainly way more of a procedure than I have ever afforded myself (cuticle conditioning???? It's all new to me). It's certainly soooo much easier having someone else faff around at the end of my fingers than trying to do the deed myself! My nails have never looked so good.

We often walk together in the evenings which is her favourite time of day - in middle May, this is around 8 o'clock when the sun is very low in the sky and all is glowing and golden.

The buttercup meadow is just starting to bloom and it is absolutely glorious, especially on warm, sunshiny evenings.

It's breathtaking, so, so beautiful and such a visual treat.

After lingering in the meadow we head out of the park and walk along the canal towards town....

....past the canal basin....

....then along the narrow footpath that runs underneath the castle. This path has been made one-way during the pandemic to prevent us having to squeeze past anyone coming in the opposite direction. 

Every time we walk out in the light golden evenings I am reminded why I love May so blooming much. It's just so  joyful, and I adore having so many glorious, light-filled hours at my disposal. Winter feels like a million miles away and I am beyond glad for the season we are in and the amazing weather we are being gifted. Thank goodness - I'm so grateful.

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Home Safe :: Weeks Seven and Eight

Hello my friends, I hope you are all well and doing ok out there, finding your way gently through these strange, strange days. Finally I feel I have just about the right kind of head space to be here opening up my Attic window for a chat, after what has felt like a very flat, deflated week or two. I have felt ok really, just a bit drained and lacking in any kind of motivation to get things done.

The days flutter past and I allow myself to drift rather listlessly through the hours, keeping a hold (just about) of the small, mundane routines that I've managed to form for myself during these stay-home days. I honour my natural body clock which always sees my eyes opening just after 6 am and wanting to close just after 10 pm. I make time for a morning workout, prepare and eat healthy food, drink more water and less coffee. Enjoy my daily walk around and about the neighbourhood. 

And yet I seem to spend lots of time in the day feeling like I am simply trying to fill the hours until the next meal time or snack time or bed time. I can't seem to settle on anything much and find myself doing the most random things at random times, as and when the mood suddenly strikes. Getting down on my knees and scrubbing those awkward tiles right behind the toilet. Defrosting the iceberg out of the freezer. Potting up some baby petunias that a friend gave me last week. Some stop-start crochet here and there, a flick through a few magazine pages.

It all feels quite disjointed as if I've somehow slipped out of the groove I'm supposed to be on and don't quite know how to get myself back into it. I guess it's just a symptom of these strange times and actually I haven't been too worried about my lethargy. It seems to be a natural result of spending so much extended time in the house, and I am quite sure I'll find my way back into a more productive state of mind soon enough.

It's funny because at the start of Lockdown (a whole eight weeks ago now) I felt convinced that I would be blogging way more than usual, using my days to write, to connect, to chat, to share, to remember. There would be loooooads of time to catch up with blog posts that I've fallen behind with (hello Dahlia Ta-dah post, I'm looking at you, half written in draft and waiting oh so patiently for me to return). But it hasn't been like that at all, has it?! Hahaha! I will try to be here more from now on as I really want to start feeling more productive and balanced again, and to ease myself away from this permanent sluggish weekend-vibe. Have to admit that I am deep down AdOrInG the perpetual weekend vibe mind you, but maybe after eight weeks it's time to make my days count for something more.

As you can see from these photos, I continue to find a huge amount of pleasure in the season we're in and my daily walks make me soooo happy even though they are extremely repetitive. The shadow above shows me and Little Lady, taking our walk one evening and loving the light and warmth that was still so glorious at 8pm.

The woodland is utterly captivating in May, and I absolutely love being out amongst it all. 

The wild garlic began to flower profusely during week 7.....

.....and the sight and scent of it all was almost overwhelming. So much natural beauty right there, and I'm extremely grateful that walking through the woods has become a part of our daily lives. It never fails to lift my spirits even on particularly flat days.

I'm still on with the Aria blanket, although it spent almost a week in the naughty corner. Poor thing, it wasn't at all the fault of the blanket. I started work on the border but didn't pay enough attention to what I was doing and managed to miss out a few colours which meant pulling out two big huge rounds to put it right. It took me almost a week to work myself up to the business of yanking out all those neat stitches, but once I got over myself and stopped sulking it was all OK again and I fell straight back in love.

As you can see, the Aria blanket is already being used around here, and truly the Little People seem to really love it especially as they've been quite involved in watching me making it during the past month. I am so close to finishing it - I'm currently poised ready to tackle the edge of The Edge, all very exciting. 

The kitty is her usual aloof crazy self, seeming to love having us all around but managing to look utterly bored by us all at the same time. I snapped the above photo of her early one morning when the Little People had yet to surface and all was still quiet and peaceful downstairs. She definitely finds Little B a challenge, he makes her ears constantly twitch as he is sooooooo  noisy and boisterous all the time. I do feel for her, my own ears are pretty twitchy these days as it's very, very hard to find any quiet space in this house.

Another week and another tray of lockdown flapjack, dried apricot this time. I don't get bored of making it (recipe HERE if you are interested in how easy it is) and the Little Peeps certainly don't seem to be bored of eating it.

I spent some time jaunting in Magazine Wonderland in week 7, allowing myself to finally open and devour the May issue magazines which arrived at the end of March. My, my, such beauty in those pages, even if the dreamy aspirational quality of the photos makes them ever so slightly deflating at times. I look at the huuuuuuuuuuuuuge grassy gardens and wish for some green space of my own.

I gaze at the huuuuuuuuuuuuuge roomy rooms and sigh with longing.

And then I remind myself to continue appreciating my modest house and tiny back yard as I always have done and not get swept up in a tide of envy as no good can come of it.  But isn't the above kitchen just so dreamy? I would really dearly love that kind of space.

Another weekend arrives and so we take our longer walk (around 6 miles), leaving the woods behind and striding out over open fields instead.

Cows have suddenly arrived in the fields to join the sheep and they are always curious about us humans as we pass by their open air homes.

We walk past a farm right next to the canal and have been watching these goslings grow over the past few weeks. Sometimes they are wandering about in the field and sometimes they come down to the water, they really are so fluffy and beautiful. I can't resist stopping to chat to them, even if  J and the Little People roll their eyes and look at me like I'm crazy.

It's extremely relaxing walking along this stretch of the canal as it's a few miles out of town and very quiet. Usually in May it's busy on the waterways with boats sailing back and forth, but of course there are no boats moving about on the water at the moment and that definitely adds to the tranquillity.

I love that lonesome blue boat, moored up quietly right on the bend there. I have no idea whether it's someones permanent home or a holiday boat but every time I walk past it I find myself wondering what it would be like to call a boat home?

The cow parsley is just starting to burst into flower in hedgerows and along footpaths and it is so beautiful. It's treated as a bit of a weed I suppose (it is very prolific and grows everywhere) but I absolutely love it, those delicate little froths of flowers are enchanting.

Another weed growing absolutely everywhere is the dandelion, and due to this long spell of dry warm weather they are already in seed. I don't love them quite as much as cow parsley, but those seed heads do hold a lot of childhood nostalgia. Even as we walked past this clump, Little Lady (age 16) plucked up a stem and blew away the seeds "to see what time it is". I wonder, is this a worldwide thing? Do dandelions grow everywhere on this planet, and do all children use them as clocks? 

Sometimes towards the end of a long day I'll find myself in desperate need of some alone time. I make myself a drink (often a peppermint or fruity tea infusion which I've recently rediscovered after not having them for ages) then head upstairs and gently close the door to my bedroom. I pull on some woolly knitted socks for comfort and settle on my bed to sip my drink and just relax my mind a little. I don't do anything specific, sometimes just sitting and allowing my mind to wander and ponder is enough, and sometimes I pull out my tablet and browse through favourite blogs, Pinterest, or YouTube.

I'm pretty new to YouTube as generally I much prefer digesting photos and written words rather than videos and audio. I don't really have much idea of what to look for on YouTube yet, or what sort of content might inspire me, but I'm quite enjoying discovering a new-to-me medium. I've been enjoying some food channels mixed with photogenic slow living, lifestyle/interiors and a little bit of motivational stuff thrown in. Pick Up Limes is a current fave and although I'm not contemplating going vegan, I have always been very inspired by wholesome, healthy cooking and eating. Also, I really love the passionate and beautiful way in which Sadia prepares, presents and adores her food, it's just so beautiful! If you have any recommendations for YouTube I would dearly love to hear them.

Another thing I do when I retreat to my bedroom in the evenings is light this jar candle beside my bed. It's an old one from last summer and I adore the clean, soft scent of it. It's these little rituals and pleasures which are really keeping me grounded at the moment, I'm holding onto the little things that bring quiet pleasure to my days.

Well another day has passed and this blog post is coming together veeeeery slowly in stops and starts, I'm so sorry if it all seems a bit disjointed here in the Attic. As you know I don't tend to edit my writing (other than a basic check through for typos) so I've no idea if my words are even making sense to be honest, but I hope that even if I'm writing absolute tripe you can still enjoy the pictures :)

Week 8 has very little to show for it as I didn't seemingly feel very inspired to point my camera at anything much. 

There is wild garlic of course, as I can't seem to stop myself trying to capture this season that I love so very much.

Almost every single day we walk this same route into the woods to feast on the green and white display.....

....it's just so abundant and fresh, both the visuals and the scent, and I wish I was better able to describe it to you.

Beautiful, intoxicating, uplifting, every single little bit of it.

We've only seen a smattering of bluebells this year as they are scarce in our local woodland (the garlic more than makes up for it mind you), and I think they are almost over now for another year. 

The lambs in the big field are growing large now, and they aren't at all bothered by us humans. We always linger a little at the top of the hill, partly to recover from the long climb up, and partly to take in the sweep of the view which has our home nestled into it. Sometimes on quiet, still afternoons when I'm sat in my little back yard, I can hear the lambs and sheep baaaaaaing from their hilltop field and it's such a comforting sound somehow. I do really love where I live.

Last week was quite a cold one, and woolly jumpers and socks were most definitely needed even inside the house. My hands don't do so well when I'm cold so I do my best to keep warm especially when I plan to crochet. Little B took the above photo of me warming up my fingers before getting on with the Aria border - this was after I had finished sulking and pulled out the Wrong Rows and I was happily enjoying this blanket all over again. 

The kitty doesn't take more than 2.5 seconds to jump in and claim my space if I happen to get up and leave the Big Chair for any reason. Mind you, I can't blame her as this over sized old chair is such a cosy spot and one of my favourite places to sit during the day. She really does seem to appreciate my crochet (especially after it has been warmed up by my backside first). 

I'll be working on the pattern and tutorial for the Aria blanket this week - it's a lot of work but I'm really looking forward to getting stuck into it. I'm sorry I don't have a release date for this yarn kit and pattern just yet but as soon as I know when it's possible for my friends at Wool Warehouse to make it happen, I'll be sure to let you know. 

Well I think that's about all for now, thank you as always for taking the time to digest my witterings and keep me company with your lovely, lovely comments, I appreciate them so much. I hope you are all keeping cheery, and that your spirits are positively inflated and not deflated. I am sending you all the brightest, cosiest happy stay-home vibes.

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Home Safe :: Week Six

Hello my lovelies, thank you as ever for calling to see me, and for so many wonderful chatty comments which I have loved reading on my last post. I'm sorry I'm late in writing up this instalment of my weekly not-muchness, I've been feeling a weeny bit off kilter this week and not really in a chatty mood to be honest. I find that when I feel this way it's best to just stay low and quiet, keeping myself to myself until I feel my bounce return. 

Week six (as far as I can recall) passed by in a slow blur of familiar routines and sameyness. I went just once to visit the cherry trees and saw that they were already on the wane, shedding their delicate petals like snow. I was so glad that I made an almost daily pilgrimage to see them the previous week when they were absolutely at their peek, the floral beauty has been spectacular this year, a real mood lifter for sure.

The start of week six was sunny and lovely and like many of us in the UK who are used to very changeable and inclement weather, I was full of gratitude for the dry, sunshiny days we were gifted throughout April.

On days when J isn't working and we feel in the mood, we can make our daily walks a little longer than our usual woodland strolls. I like the feeling of striding out across open fields, soaking up the warmth of the sun and enjoying the miles pass by under my feet.

We see very few people on this walk and absolutely no traffic along these small lanes at the moment. It gives a  lovely sense of freedom to be able to stroll along in the middle of the road, admiring the views and taking in the details of the season.

I love seeing the bracken ferns gently beginning to unfurl in the hedgerows, another layer of fresh greenery to remind us that Spring is in full swing.

On this day last week we extended our route to make a big circular loop, walking the last two or three miles home along the canal towpath. 

It's been a long while since we walked this far along the canal and I had forgotten how tranquil it is to walk beside such still reflective waters. 

On Wednesday last week the rain finally came, after more than a month of exceptionally dry weather in April. It was really rather lovely to experience it after so long - the sight, sound, smell and feel of it was delightful. It wasn't especially heavy rain, more a series of light showers which continued on and off for a few days.

We still took our daily walk on the wet days and actually we didn't really get too wet walking under the leafy trees.

I absolutely loved being in the rainy woodland that afternoon, the scent of the warm, damp earth mixed with fresh wild garlic was magical. It's just unbelievably beautiful out there at the moment and I can't get enough of the bright light and colour that is flooding our days after what has felt like a long, grey winter. The woodland suddenly seemed to green up last week, with the beech leaves fully open but still soft and droopy and that amazing vibrant bright green.

Talking of greens, we have entered asparagus season and I am so delighted by this simple fact. Fresh, locally grown spears are in the supermarket now and I am eating as much of it as I can. Asparagus x 6 on the shopping list if I could get away with it, although it's still quite expensive as vegetables go. Gosh, I do love it so.

We've been muddling through with Little B and the whole business of home schooling, some days working better than others. Last week was a bit hit and miss to be honest, some days he seemed quite engaged and productive, working away in his bedroom and uploading his work to the online portal so that his teacher can see what he's up to. Other days the procrastination levels were sky high and he did everything possible to avoid sitting and actually doing anything. I had to keep my frustration in check (it's soooooo tiring trying to keep them going with it all), and we pretty much limped through the week.

Probably the most fun thing we did was the stuff about Healthy Eating (I'm sure this is on the curriculum every single year) - I took charge and suggested we could make soup from scratch, encouraging Little B to do most of the work. He did good, and we made a simple tomato and red pepper soup which he ate (at great speed) and then wrote up the recipe to share with his class online. 

When I'm not doing the Mummy/teacher things with the youngest offspring (which seems quite time consuming some days), you can usually find me sitting at the dining table. I'm continuing to put healthy food into my body and feel so good for it. My breakfast is usually oat pancakes, or a bowl of oats/seeds, greek yoghut, grated apple, banana and berries. I really love breakfast, it honestly gives me so much pleasure to make and eat that first meal of the day. 

Oh my gosh, do you see that??? That thing of utter beauty right there ↑↑↑ ???  That's my new mug which arrived in the post last week, and is most definitely one of my most favourite mugs ever ever ever. I am a long time huge fan of the ceramicist Ken Eardley and when I saw on Instagram that he had some fresh new mugs for sale, well my heart was invested within a nanosecond. Pink and turquoise is one of my all time favourite colour combinations and this mug honestly couldn't be more perfect for me. That beautifully excessive  handle is everything, and every coffee in this mug is an absolute pleasure. Sigh......so in love with my mug!

So yeah - lots of hours sat at the table, eating, drinking, pondering and hooking. Last week I worked a lot on my new Aria blanket, every day making the most delicious colour decisions, crocheting like the clappers and joining squares to make row upon row. Building a blanket from squares is huge fun, and although it's more stop-starty than working a striped design, I get such a kick from seeing it all come together. After a whole week of solid work I managed to join all one hundred and forty four squares. I am beyond excited by it and very proud of it too as it's been a major testing of my colour-design skills I have to say.

I find it easier to crochet join-as-you-go squares sat at the table, but throughout the making of this blanket I've had to frequently use the floor to make layout and colour decisions. I think it's been interesting for the Little People to see me at work actually, and they've been commenting, encouraging and occasionally making suggestions as I've spent countless hours on my hands and knees trying to work everything out.

I took the above photo a week ago on the same day when we took that drippy wet walk in the woods. The day felt chilly and even though I thought we were finished with the fire for this season, I couldn't resist a few hours of cosy warmth and fireside comfort. I really love having the fire lit, but it IS Spring and I really hope that there won't be another fire in that grate until October. Well possibly September would be acceptable, if it really came to it.

I had a few more bluebells and cow parsley stems on my table last week, very modest pickings from the verges and allotment.

I keep thinking about Bolton Abbey as this is the exact time of year that I so love being there, but I'm trying to be content with what I can find close to home and not dwell too much on what I'm missing. A couple of little bluebell stems in a glass jar on my table has been making me absurdly happy, so there is that. Pleasure in the little things - always.

And even though I'm not able to feast my eyes on the glorious bluebell banks this year, I've certainly been having fun stitching them! Last week I put the final crosses into my Spring sampler from Cotton & Twine and have to say I was a bit sad when it was all over - I've LoVeD stitching this design so much. I need to make time to get it mounted now, the Aria blanket has really had me in it's creative grips this past week and I've not been able to think of anything else. 

Well I hope you're all keeping well and content out there in your own stay-home bubbles, and that life is giving you more ups than downs. Remember to seek out the little things that give you pleasure and I really hope you're having a peaceful, restful week.

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Home Safe :: Week Five

Looking back at my photos from last week it seems like it was all about the blossom for me.

I've been waking up early, well six-ish which feels pretty early for these weekendish kind of days. Sometimes I doze back to sleep for another hour, but mostly I've been finding myself so wide awake that I absolutely have to get up and start my day there and then. I've been leaving my pjs folded in a neat pile and instead pulling on what I call my "workout gear". Ha!! In reality, these clothes are very un-sporty and consist of an old, comfy pair of 3/4 leggings, a baggy vest top which I think once belonged to a summer pj set and an oversized sweatshirt of some sorts (I have several to choose from). About the only item I wear which could be considered remotely exercisey is a sports bra, as I cannot contemplate doing any sort of leaping about without full coverage lock-down on my top half. 

As the live PE sesh doesn't start until 9 am and I'm generally up and dressed by 7, I've been heading out to partake in some early morning blossom worshipping. It takes me less than 10 minutes to walk to my favourite park bench which sits beneath these beautiful flowering trees. Gosh, it's just so beautiful there at the moment, and standing underneath such a heavenly load of floral perfection gives me an almost overwhelming surge of emotional feels. I can't quite articulate what the feelings are about - joy maybe? Gratitude? Abundant thankfulness for the fact that Winter is behind us?

Whatever it is, I find I need to just stand still and let it flow over me for a short while until my equilibrium is restored.

I've really been enjoying these short early morning walks as it's pretty much the only time when I can truly be alone. I love being home-safe with the family, but at the same time I do miss having time by myself. 

There is much peacefulness to be found quietly walking the narrow path through the woodland with just my own internal dialogue and the sights, scents and sounds of a Spring morning gently unfolding.

The woodland path is short (the woods are small and sparse along the top edge of the park) and it's not long before I emerge into the sunshine and see the blossom trees in all their glory.

A couple mornings I've made myself a coffee to take with me, just to up the happy stakes and make my heart content. Finding pleasure in the small things, well that happens to be a special talent of mine :)

Cow parsley is a wild hedgerow flower which usually belongs to the month of May up here in Yorkshire, but it's just beginning to bloom now due to the very warm sunny weather we've had. It grows in abundance along the woodland edge at the top of the park so I picked a couple of little stems to bring home. I called in at the allotment to pick a few more bluebells to bring back too, and the resulting small wild posy on my table has been making me very happy.

We're going to miss seeing the bluebells at Bolton Abbey this year, so I'm super grateful to have a few to bring home from the allotment to enjoy up close.

Talking of bluebells, I spent much of last week stitching them, little crosses in two shades of blue creating the prettiest little flowers on my Spring sampler. I almost finished this picture too, but not quite. I was making good progress but then got completely overwhelmed by a crochet project which all of a sudden demanded my attention and refused to let go. I'll show you a bit of that in just a while, if you're interested to know what has got me into a giddy spin.

I count my early morning solo blossom jaunts as mental/spiritual exercise (yes, it's a thing) and my afternoon family woodland jaunts as physical exercise. I love both of these types of walks for different reasons, and am very grateful to have these beautiful places within walking distance from my front door.

The wild garlic is oh-so-close to flowering, the flower buds teetering on the brink of eruption. I absolutely cannot wait for the floral explosion, the sheer abundance of it (not to mention the intoxicating scent) is something I look forward to every year. 

During the past week of never ending sunshine and warmth the treetops have finally started to wear their greenery and it is just so bloomin' lovely.

It feels like I've been waiting such a long time for it, gazing up through endless bare twiggy branches and wishing for leaves to appear. And now that they are here, well I am hugely happy.

It's mainly the tender young beech leaves which are giving us that delicious bright limey green - the oak and ash are still in bud. But I'll take whatever is there right now, drinking in all that freshness and colour. I love it so much, this time of growth and abundance.

On the home front, week five has felt slow, slow, slow. I've been content though, continuing to enjoy my gentle routines and pleasures.

I baked flapjacks again last week, for the second week in a row as the Little People love them and they make a great after dinner treat. I've perfected the art of baking them but not actually eating them, which believe me I'm very proud of. Small victories in my quest for good health, I'll take them.

Ah, remember last week I was telling you that I cleared and tidied this little corner of my back yard? Well I thought I'd show you, so you can picture me sitting in that tired old camping chair in the afternoons when this teensy little space becomes a sheltered sun trap. 

I love love love that I now have trees (trees!!!!) growing in my back yard, thanks to a very kind hand-me-down from a friend who moved house and couldn't take them with her. So I am the proud owner of a pear tree and a cherry tree - and even have my very own blossom!!!!! It's oh so magical, and I can often be found sitting in that chair just gazing up at the wonder of those floral branches above my head.

See how sunny it gets? It's a very sheltered little spot and perfect for some quiet alfresco stitching or hooking.

I mentioned earlier about a crochet project stealing all my time and attention this past week, and here I am hooking away like a woman possessed. Yes, it's a new blanket that I'm working on, and it's such a joyful thing full of rich colours that sing to my heart. I can't wait to show you more. It's a square blanket with some glorious colour play and I am absolutely loving it, to the point of obsession. My hands are blessedly also *ok* with the hours I'm spending with the hook, and I am seriously delighted by this fact. Crocheting in the warmth of the sun most definitely helps.

Ahhh........crochet life on the home front, it's just so so so good.

Aside from sunshine and crochet last week, let me see what else there was.......oh yes..........did I mention the blossom???

I might have taken rather a lot of blossom photos as I visited the trees almost every day.

And I think we may have reached peek blossom froth too. Blossom season is short and although this sometimes makes me sad, I don't think these flowers would have quite the same allure if they lasted for ages.

Walking home through the trees I am usually only aware of the birds, but one day I came across a squirrel going about his morning business. I wished right then at that moment that Little B had been with me as he loves wildlife, but he was still deeply in dreamland when I left the house which seems like a miracle to me. We've had sooooooooo many years of very early starts (like 5am early) with our offspring all being extremely early risers. So I'm very much enjoying the quiet of the house first thing when all three children are still asleep, it's really something of a novelty. It's blissful actually, especially as I am sleeping well myself at the moment (although it does change from week to week) and am waking up feeling rested and energised and ready to get going. 

I was wondering to myself about these lockdown days, and whether after 5 weeks that this all feels like a new kind of normal? I'm not sure to be honest - in some ways the extremely repetitive, slow nature of our days makes it feel like we've been living this way for much longer than five weeks. I do quite enjoy the gentle structure of our days, the work and play punctuated by food and exercise. It's not always easy for all five of us to be together in one smallish, tall thin building, but we are managing OK. Normal though? I just don't think our lack of freedom will ever feel normal to me. 

I hope you are all doing OK out there in the big wide world - tell me about your routines and your days and whether you are enjoying the slower pace of life? I wish you all the joys this week, I hope that there are many little things that make your smile :)

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Home Safe :: Week Four

Here I am again, gently navigating the continuing strangeness of our Home Safe days. Last week was week four and the second week of our school holidays, so it felt especially slow and indulgent in many ways. 

The weather has been very dry and very sunny, although my goodness it has been super chilly too with a couple mornings where we woke up to ground frost. But oh, the blue, blue, blue skies have been heavenly, and I am drinking in all this bright light and colour like a parched starved thing!! It's almost too delicious for words, the frothy gorgeousness of Spring in full tilt. The large blossom trees around the neighbourhood are just this week beginning to open their flowers (we are many weeks later up here in north Yorkshire than the southern counties) and it is such a delight.

We continue to walk every day, enjoying the precious chance to escape these four walls and stride out along our local footpaths, tracks and fields. I am so grateful for what we have close by, and although I feel a little envious of those with gardens and greenery right outside their back doors, I do appreciate how lucky I am to have fields, woods, canals and rivers I can easily walk to.

We often rest a while at this curved stone bench to catch a breather, it's such a lovely addition to the woodland (you can read about it here) and offers a beautifully peaceful little stopping point along the walk. There is a woodland poem carved all along the stone seat, next time I'm there I'll make a note of it to share with you.

It amazes me how much change we see in the woods every single day, even if that change basically amounts to the ever expanding shades of green appearing all over. It is just so LUSH. Wild garlic reaching its peak (no flowers yet, but soon...) and many of the trees beginning to unfurl their delicate new leaves. I adore the feeling of Spring rushing towards us, there is such a palpable energy in the woodland air that you can't help but feel uplifted by it.

We walked out across the fields to Tarn House again on Sunday (this has become our weekend walk) and it was nice to be out in the open air for a change. I love woodland walking but sometimes I crave the open countryside and long views out across the surrounding hills. 

I did a couple of evening walks with Little Lady last week which is always a pleasure, she is great company, very chatty and we get along extremely well. Walking in the evenings has a completely different feel to our daytime jaunts, it's more relaxing in many ways with the soft golden light, low, low sun and lengthening shadows. 

Life on the home front has been a slow plod, and there isn't really much to report. I spent an afternoon clearing up the back yard, dismantling my collapsed and dilapidated old plastic tent-greenhouse, shifting around some large fruit trees in pots (inherited gifts from my very good friend who relocated earlier in the year and couldn't take them with her) and generally having a long overdue sweep up and tidy. I cleared my pots and they are now awaiting fresh compost and fresh flowers/plants, although at the moment I really don't quite know where/how I am going to get those from. I've been sitting out in my old camping chair in the afternoons, making the most of the newly cleared sunny sheltered corner (where my greenhouse used to be), sometimes wishing I had a real garden to play in but also quite content with my low-maintenance little yard situation.

I've also LOVED (really, really loved) hanging out my freshly laundered bedding to dry on the line, it's such a simple thing, but the pleasure it delivers at bedtime is massively huge. Sun-dried cotton bedding is just heavenly to sleep in, no two ways around it.

Another week of menu planning, food juggling and cooking, and all is well. I do really enjoy being in my teensy-weensy kitchen rustling up healthy home cooked meals for myself and the family. I need to get a bit better at writing the Monday Morning shopping list though, as I keep managing to miss off vital ingredients. It's no good making a menu plan if you don't actually look at it when making the shopping list. Ah well, we've been managing and our evening meals when we all eat together are real highlights of my days.

I continue to stitch, stitch, stitch my way through these slow home days. I'm so mad at myself as I managed to hurt my hand again last week picking up a very heavy shopping bag (osteoarthritis in my joints) so I am not able to crochet for a little while until that eases up again. I am very, very glad to have my stitching projects waiting in the wings to carry me through the days when my hook isn't an option.

I finished my "Love is All You Need" cross stitch and framed it up last week, so so happy with it! I'll take some photos and share with you later this week. I've now started stitching the April subscription project from Cotton and Twine which I've been very lucky to receive as an early preview. It's an absolute joy to work on and I've been quite obsessive over it.

Mostly I sit at the dining room table working on it in a quiet, solitary frenzy, but a couple afternoons last week I took it outside to stitch in the sunshine. My first ever alfresco stitching, and it was oh so good. I promise to show you more this week. If you want to see what the finished design looks like, click ((here)) for a peek - it's super lovely!

A dinky white fluffy cloud in a blue, blue sky - just a little moment in my day when I looked up over the rooftops and felt elated by the weather and the season. No more winter. No MORE WINTER!!!! Just a bit happy about that state of affairs, might have squealed a little at the joy of it being Finally Spring.

Soft and gentle routines continue here in the Attic, the days punctuated by many trips into the kitchen to prepare and cook food and drink, either for myself, Little B, or the fam at large. I drink coffee throughout the day (all decaff I might add), and really enjoy the familiar ritual of both making it and drinking it. I like to heat up and froth my milk (just by hand using a little whisk, nothing fancy) then stand as close to the coffee machine as I can while it slowly empties into my mug as I absolutely adore the smell of fresh coffee. I really miss my daily cafe visits, as much for the aroma and the familiar, warm comfort as for the milky caffeine drinks. 

Last week I completed five more morning PE workouts, making four whole weeks now. I am so bloomin' surprised by a) how much I enjoy it and b) how much stronger my body feels. Little B still does it with me, but his enthusiasm isn't always A grade. Sometimes he spends half the time rolling about on the floor wrapped in a blanket, sometimes his sole purpose seems to be to put me off balance and make me wobble, but we have fun with it and I'm careful to encourage him without trying to enforce it. 

I did a little bit of internet shopping last week, small treats and indulgences that arrived on my doorstep and made me happy. I bought a new candle tin in one of my fave scents for Spring - Bergamot and Green Tea. I also replaced my run-out posh hand soap (this one) which I love so much, it makes the ordinary  business of hand washing feel like a treat every time.

And there we are, another ordinary, very mundane week in the Attic, staying home and keeping safe and relishing life's little pleasures and small joys. Family time, quiet time, familiar walks and home routines. I'm so happy it's Spring, did I say that already? This week, my plan is to go out every single day to walk underneath the blossom trees, and that's as much planning as I'm prepared to do. 

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