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Blogtober 2020 :: Day 20

Firstly, thank you all so much for your kindness after yesterday's post, I felt very much better just for reading your words. I think we can all relate to those days when the internal battery feels flat and yes I agree that it's good to acknowledge life's natural rhythms. There are bound to be downs as well as ups and both should be celebrated as they represent life in all it's richness. 

This morning I still felt incredibly tired, but my overall mood felt lighter which I was very glad of. The weather was extremely bleugh this morning, we had a lot of rain in the night and during our walk to school the clouds were still very low and heavy and a dark moody grey. It was very uninspiring out there this morning I have to say. I ended up coming straight home and just sitting for a while in the comfort of the Big Chair where I was soon joined by Tilly (hee-hee, I got there first!) I stayed as long as I could manage with her snuggled on my lap but eventually I had to make a mad dash to the bathroom, you know how it is when you hold it in for aaaaages and then all of a sudden you HAVE to go??!! Yeah, that. Sorry Tilly, I evicted you at great speed and I apologise for the dreadful indignity of it.

I made porridge for my mid morning breakfast, the theme of the morning obviously being Comfort with a capital C. It was really good stuff - I cook my oats with milk and a few chopped prunes (the plump sort that come soaked in juice) as they give a lovely hit of natural sweetness. I add fresh fruit to the top once the oats have cooked, usually half a sliced banana and whatever berries I have in the fridge. Yummmmmm, its a wonderfully comforting meal this one.

After breakfast I decided to get busy with my Granny bag WiP. This project is just begging to be completed, and well, I really want to be able to actually use the bag so I feel highly motivated to take it over the finishing line. I spent quite some time arranging the squares and deciding on the best layout, faffing with the colour placement and taking photos. It was fun! I love the thrill of immersing myself in a colourful crochet project, it certainly helps massively in the mood-lifting department. 

I had to down squares at eleven o'clock as J announced that it was time for our daily walk. Oh, OK then, I can come back to the squares afterwards, lets go.....!

Joy of joys, when I stepped out the front door the weather had completely altered and there were no more heavy grey clouds. They had all been blown away leaving a bright blue sky up above - happy, happy, happy me!

The first part of our walk is quite a steep climb, it's all residential streets but they are very hilly. Usually I can walk up here at quite a clip as I've been working hard on improving my fitness levels this year. However today was a much slower affair, I am definitely not quite at full throttle this week.

With the sun streaming through the trees, the woodland was looking mighty fine this morning.

J spotted this intriguing looking mushroom at the side of the path, it's not one that I've ever seen before I don't think. I figured it would be quite easy to identify so I've just googled "UK tall shaggy mushroom" and found it straight away. It's appropriately named a "Shaggy Inkcap" or sometimes known as a "Lawyers Wig", how cool is that? And furthermore, it's edible!! Would you eat it do you think? Chopped up and gently sautéed in a little butter and garlic? I don't know if I would be brave enough.

I found a beautiful big leaf too, it was so pristine as if it had only just fallen from the tree. 

I wonder how many photographs of the woods I've taken since the start of Lockdown? Hundreds probably. This place has come to mean so much to me, a sanctuary even on the toughest of days.

By this point in the walk I was ready to be home though, itching to get back to my granny squares. I felt like I could actually hear them calling to me, well not really, but I did feel kind of desperate to see them again. I'd left them all laid out ready and waiting for my return......

....awwwwwwwww, I'm back again sweet squares, and you are looking so very, very PRETTY!!!!!!!

I decided on a 4 x 4 square layout for the bag sides, so in the photo above I've got the front and back all laid out and they'll be joined into one flat piece. I'll then fold the piece in half and create a seam along the two sides. Well that's the rough plan - I am winging this project from this point forward, making design decisions on the fly as I go. I really hope it's all going to work as well as I am imagining it in my head.

I've chosen Duck Egg as the joining and edging colour, it's one of my favourite shades and I think it'll work well with the lining fabric too.

I'm joining my squares using the crochet slip-stitch method - this is a tutorial that already exists on my blog, but I've photographed the whole process of joining the squares for this bag so that I can create something of a how-to for you to follow, should you wish to create your own version.

The idea is that you first create all the long seams (three of them in this case). You can see in the above photo that I've completed the first two long seams and am just about to start on the last one. 

Once all the long seams are complete, you then swing the whole thing around 90 degrees and crochet across the short seams (seven of them). It's slow work, but I really enjoy it. It's repetitive and rhythmic, just the sort of thing you can sit quietly with and allow your mind to wander for a while as you perform the slip of hook and yarn. 

Soon enough it was 3pm and time to down my hook and pull on boots ready to head out on the school run. It can be irritating to have to stop right in the middle of something (I hate having to stop mid row, absolutely hate it) but that's the nature of the school day and there is not a thing I can do about it.

It's only half an hour round trip though, so not too bad really.....

......and the scenery isn't too shabby to look at either.

After coming home I immediately sat back down to finish off my seams, gosh it was so satisfying to fasten off that final end and have all 32 squares neatly joined together. As you can see in the above photo it all looks a bit uneven, but fear ye not, all is well. As I sit and write this, the squares are pinned out and blocking on a towel just behind me and I absolutely cannot wait to perform the magical unpinning tomorrow once it's all completely dry.

In a show of uncharacteristic impatience I decided to block the crochet without darning in any ends.....very un-Lucy-like behaviour and I can tell you that it is really bothering me. Twenty wiggly ends shouting at me, I probably won't be able to sleep tonight because they will be shouting so loudly. I hope I don't have to get up in the middle of the night to darn them in.

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Blogtober 2020 :: Day 19

I have felt a bit out of of sorts today, nothing drastic, just a low grade weariness of body and mind that I don't often experience on a Monday. I felt a weensy bit irritable to be honest, and that's not like me at all. Maybe it's the hidden pressures of the weekend catching up with me, or maybe it's just the damn hormones, who knows?

After we dropped Little B at school we took a slow walk to the bakers for a loaf of bread, walking along the narrow pathway that runs between the canal and the beck. This is the same pathway (and beck) that eventually winds it's way up into the woodland. The building on the right in the above photo is a row of very old terraced cottages, they are extremely cute with windows that look out directly over the water. Some are permanent homes and a few of them are holiday lets - I actually booked one of them for my Dad and Lady B to come and stay in the Spring but of course it had to be cancelled when Covid arrived. Next year I hope.

Coming home from the shops I felt like I couldn't decide what to do with myself. I didn't particularly want to be indoors but J said he didn't want to go for a walk and fancied a quiet, slow day at home. I didn't have enough concentration or patience to get to work on my Granny Josephine crochet bag, so instead I decided to bake.

I don't bake nearly as much as I used to but every so often I will turn to an old recipe that I know by heart and produce something sweetly edible. It was flapjack today with dried apricots.

This is my recipe from my blog archives of 2008 ::

Fruity flapjacks

Into a heatproof bowl, put the following ::

80g soft brown sugar
100g butter/margarine
60ml Golden syrup

Into the microwave for a minute or two until the butter and sugar are melty. Stir well.

Add 200g porridge oats and 80g dried fruit (snipped apricots, sultanas or cranberries are my usual choices)

Press into a lined tin (make the flapjack around 2cm deep) and bake for 20mins at 180C.

Press down the mixture to firm and cut into flapjacky size squares.

Leave to cool in the tin before hoiking them out. Consume with a steaming hot brew/glass of milk, depending on age. Indoors or outdoors, preferably not in rain. 

On the spur of the moment we did venture out in the early afternoon, driving a few miles out of town for a short amble across the moor tops. This is one of J's favourite places, it's quite a bleak place in many ways but there is such a peaceful atmosphere up here and it's remarkably good at "blowing the cobwebs away".

We heard the unmistakable sounds of red grouse doing their thing as we walked along the track. They're such comical birds to listen to and I found a short clip ((HERE)) if you wish to familiarise yourself with grouse language.

You can see one in the photo above as it ran across the track in front of us.

We didn't have enough time to do a full circular route so we simply walked and talked and admired the view until we'd had enough fresh air and scenic therapy, then turned to walk back again. 

I felt a smidge better when we got back to the car, but the feeling of mental fatigue is still with me. Hoping very much that I'll feel more like my normal self tomorrow.

I guess that if I wasn't committed to Blogtober, then today would be a definite no-show for me in Blogland as I find it very hard to write when my energies are low. But I do think it's good to be honest and let you know that I don't feel full of beans all the time, I have my off days, of course I do. My instincts are usually to retreat until I feel more like myself again, but as it's Blogtober (which I am really, really enjoying by the way) I am here in the Attic giving you the slightly washed out version of myself today.

Keepin' it real, my friends! ;)

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Blogtober 2020 :: Day 18

Thanks to the fact that we were the first delivery on the list for the humungous white Ikea lorry this morning, I was up and dressed by 7.15am and that doesn't usually happen on a Sunday. Seven Fifteen!! It was a bit of a shock to the system  as I was still completely and utterly sound asleep at 7am, so good job they phoned to a) wake me up and b) announce they were only twenty minutes away. I quite impressed my self at the speed in which I managed to make myself presentable.

It was all good though, because it meant we could get on with our day a little earlier than usual, heading out into the cool grey morning while everything was still sleepy and quiet.

We had Little B with us on our daily walk this morning, which basically meant that I did much of the walk in solitude (he is very much a Daddy's boy at the moment). I didn't mind, really. No really-really I didn't mind at all. It's so sweet to see him and J get along so well, and I was left to trail behind at my own slow pace taking photos as I went.

I notice different things when I am on my own as I generally walk a lot more slowly. I take time to notice the small details as well as the bigger picture around me - nature delights me constantly and I can't imagine living a life where these things go unseen. 

I have to tell you I am really, really, really, really missing the sea at the moment. October is usually a time when I feel an incredibly strong pull to be at the coast and most years I strive to make it happen. We've still got thirteen days of October left, so there is an uber-slim chance that I might be able to see the sea before the month is out, but I'm doubtful.

I stood next to this small waterfall today and appreciated the sound of it filling my ears. I thought to myself - this isn't the sound of the sea, but I mustn't start to be ungrateful wishing for things that I can't have right now.

I ambled along this pathway wondering if J and Little B would think to stop and wait for me to catch up at any point. You can see I was so far behind that they are nowhere to be seen up ahead....

....but I was too busy climbing up muddy banks and photographing my own feet to really mind too much. 

Eventually we caught up with each other and meandered out of the lower gate and along the little access road with it's cute view over to the castle. 

Paused at the top of this hill to take in the town like I always do, saying my silent thanks of gratitude for my home place. There is something very special about this little town, the history, the lively community and the rural down-to-earthness of it. It suits me very well indeed, even if there aren't any waves crashing on the shore here. 

We turned left at the bottom of the hill to head into town instead of going straight home. We had promised Little B a trip to a brand new café in town which specialises in all things chocolatey. The excitement was understandably high. Unfortunately, the exciting new café was unexpectedly closed, oh dear, the disappointment was tangible and Little B was very, very downcast and droopy. He's still at an age where his emotions play out across his little face in vivid openness, and it can be heart breaking to witness.

So we did the only thing we could think of to ease the upset and detoured to our favourite friendly coffee shop where the girls know our order and have it on the go for us before we have chance to even take our coats off. I guess we are "regulars" now then, how lovely is that? Cappuccinos for J and I.....

....and a hot chocolate for Little B. Not a bad second best, and it certainly put a small smile back on his face.

To put it into context, yesterday morning Little B sat the 11+ entrance exam for the grammar school, so it was a Very Big Day for all of us. Quite stressful really to be perfectly honest, even though he was quietly confident and unrattled by the whole procedure. When it was all over we took him to the new chocolate café afterwards for a very well deserved treat, but it was incredibly busy and we couldn't get a seat. So we promised to come back first thing this morning as soon as it opened, hence the ensuing anticipation and huge disappointment when it didn't happen for a second time. Shame eh....but we can look forward to it another day, maybe on Friday after school when we finish for half term.

Today was a slow cooker day, oh the joy of comforting foodie smells filling the house all afternoon! I bought some stewing steak from the butcher yesterday with this recipe in mind, and it was absolutely wonderful. I cheated a little and used a packet dumpling mix where you just add water to the dry flour mix - there is something about using "hard animal fat" for making dumplings which I just can't get excited over. I hate buying that white lardy stuff, let alone getting my hands into it. I made a big tray of roasted potatoes and parsnips to have with the casserole, and we also had sprouts and tenderstem broccoli. It was such a lovely meal, really comforting and tasty and perfectly suited to Autumn.

Part of my Ikea delivery this morning included four boxes of Jubla candles, the plain white unscented ones that are just right for my candelabra. I've missed not having these as they give off quite a lot of light alongside the glow from the fire, so we don't usually have any lights on downstairs in the evenings. It makes for a very cosy atmosphere.

The rest of the Ikea delivery was for Little Lady to finish off her bedroom that she spent weeks tidying and decorating at the start of lockdown. She did such a good job as her walls, ceiling and all the woodwork were painted pale blue, so it took a lot of work to make the whole lot bright white. She did it all by herself, and I was so proud of how hard she worked to transform her space. We bought her a new dressing table, two new mirrors and a bedside table, plus a desk lamp and a planter so that we could re-pot her very healthy and rapidly growing plant which she takes great care of.  J took on the flat pack business, and I got stuck in with the re-potting business, and she is absolutely delighted with it all. The only thing we need to do now is order some new carpet (replacing the dark blue one with a mid grey/neutral). Yeah - her colour scheme is white and pale grey, that's how sophisticated Teenagers are these days, it's all very tasteful and photogenic. I certainly wasn't like that at age 16, I was still all about the rainbows at that age, no real surprises there I guess.

And that about brings us to the end of Sunday, it's been a lovely gentle day full of nothing much, but I have felt contented and grateful for the low key nature of the day after the intensity of yesterday. 

I hope your Sunday has been perfectly weekendish, do tell me a little about your day, I'd love to hear x

 

 

 

Blogtober 2020 :: Day 17

The above photo was taken back in the spring around Easter time (hence the hot cross bun) and I was on the final stretch of stitching this lovely cross stitch. 

I really love cross stitch designs, I think they are such a beautiful combination of simplicity and complexity and I've found that I am especially suckered in if the design includes flowers. I was sat looking at this particular cross stitch yesterday, admiring the satisfying neatness of all those hundreds of little stitches blending together to make the overall design work.

It was a WiP for quite a long time, almost two whole years in fact. I purchased and downloaded the design from an Etsy shop called "Tiny Modernist"* at the height of my cross stitching frenzy in 2018, and this was the fourth hoop that I stitched.

You can read about the first one ((here)) and the second and third ones ((here))

This design fits really neatly into an 8 inch hoop, which not only makes it a joy to stitch, but also gives an easy option for framing and displaying the finished work.

I like to use a "flexi-hoop" as they come with a little hanger attached at the top instead of the traditional screw that you find at the top of a wooden embroidery hoop. You can find them in all different sizes online, there is an 8 inch one on Amazon ((here)) which is similar to the ones I use.

I actually don't mind the wood grain effect but as I already had some pretty blue spray paint in the cellar (purchased for another project) I decided to have a go at changing the hoop from brown to Mediterranean Blue. It was a bit messy, and I discovered that I am veeeeeery impatient when it comes to waiting for things to dry thoroughly (note to self - tacky is not the same thing as completely dry). But on the whole I'm pleased with how it turned out.

Once I wrestled the cross stitch back into the flexi hoop and was happy with the way it looked, I trimmed the fabric with pinking sheers, then stitched around the edge with a strong length of embroidery floss so that I could pull it tight to gather in the edges. I like this simple way of finishing a cross stitch hoop, it's a bit homespun but I like the idea that the back of the stitching remains visible. I'm quite proud of my stitchy backsides as I do try and keep them neat and don't feel the need to hide them away.

Finally, I painted around the cut edge with a little PVA white craft glue to stop any fraying ends of fabric escaping, and left it all to dry thoroughly. Not  a tacky surface in sight, but thorough dryness you understand. 

Want to see how it turned out?

You know, with the blue frame instead of the brown?

OK...

here

you

go.....

......ta-dah!!!!

It looks pretty good I think?! I added a final little ribbony flourish and it was ready to hang.

A few months ago at the start of the summer holidays, I decided that trying to write on my laptop downstairs was just not working out for me. It's nobody's fault, we were all stuck at home and we only have one single room downstairs (aside from our miniscule kitchen) where family life happens. I found it impossible to concentrate with J and the Little People coming in and out of the room, the cat mithering me for food and the background soundtrack of television invading my thoughts. When J decided to re-watch the whole of The Sopranos from start to finish (oh my goodness, the language! The noise!) I made my mind up to relocate myself ASAP.

I had a little narrow desk down at my studio which wasn't being used, so I fetched it back home, shifted an old heirloom nursing chair out of the corner of the bedroom and made space for a new work area. It's not ideal having a work space in the bedroom, but there isn't really any other place in the house where I could go, so the bedroom it is for now. I still do my creative work downstairs at the dining table or sat on the sofa (or the floor in front of the fire too) but I am really appreciating being able to close myself off from the fam when I need some peace and quiet to write. 

We haven't decorated in here since we moved in thirteen years ago, but as the walls are simply white washed they have been fine for us to live with. However, I would very much like to add some decoration to this space above my desk, maybe a little shelf and some pretty things to hang on the wall there.

I decided a few weeks ago that I'm going to slowly begin collecting some art work especially for my new desk area, and I'm really excited by the whole idea of curating a little space especially for my own enjoyment. This week I received two very lovely parcels in the post, and thought I'd share them with you.

The first parcel contained the above print which is by the very talented artist Brie Harrison. I am a huge fan of Brie's work, and have a few of her postcards dotted about the place. When Brie contacted me and asked if she could send me one of her prints by way of a thank you for a spontaneous shout-out I gave her on social media, I was really touched. I spent a while deliberating over which one to choose (all her giclée prints are just beautiful) and in the end I opted for the one shown above, called "Oaxaca Plant"

I can't tell you how beautiful it is in real life, I've never actually seen a "giclée print" before and oh-my-goodness, the quality is incredible. The finished print is very matt with the most vibrant colours, it honestly looks as if it has been freshly painted. I really love it, so much.

My other parcel contained a rainbow, oh yay for brightly coloured fluffy, frivolous things!

I purchased this from a lovely lady I follow on Instagram, her name is Natalie and she sells her work under the name "Love Indy" *. I saw that she was busy making lots of colourful new stock to re-open her online shop a few weeks ago and I was powerless to resist the lure of the pompoms. This is such a beautifully made decoration and I could tell instantly how much love and care has gone into perfecting the design and making the pompoms absolutely perfect. 

When I laid the above three things out to photograph earlier this afternoon I was immediately struck by how well the colours all go together. Don't they look lovely? I'm calling it a win!

So now I need to decide what kind of shelf I'd like before I begin knocking nails into the wall to hang my pretty things, but I'm excited to make this tiny little corner of the room a lovely spot to call my own. 

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@brieharrison on Instagram ( ♥ thank you Brie for the beautiful gifted print ♥ )

@love.indy_ on Instagram (*pompom rainbow not gifted)

@tinymodernist on Instagram (*cross stitch pattern not gifted)

 

 

 

 

Blogtober 2020 :: Day 16

❣ 8:39 ❣ walking to school along the side of the canal chatting to the swans and ducks as we go

❣ 8:40 ❣ the swans are diving for their breakfast - bottoms up!

❣ 8:.41 ❣ walking right next to the wall so that I can crunch in the leaves

❣ 11:10 ❣ café time! My second coffee arrived to the table and I started knitting the second foot

❣ 11:58 ❣ time to pack my knitting away and head home after a lovely morning

❣ 12:32 ❣ walking home - this is an unusual place where the beck (stream) flows under the canal

❣ 12.35 ❣ half way up the hill, stopping to catch my breath and take in the blue, blue sky

❣ 12:39 ❣ home again, and noticing my teeny violas sitting pretty on the step. I really must plant them!

❣ 12:43 ❣ that's better, all planted and watered in. Big smiles all round.

❣ 13:10 ❣ daily walk with the Hubster, along the farm track which leads into the top of the woods

❣ 13:26 ❣ sun dappled and beautifully peaceful, how I LOVE this little patch of woodland

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Right now it's ❣ 14:50 ❣ and in ten minutes I'll need to head out again, back down the hill to collect Little B from school. I usually sit and write my blog in the early evening after dinner, but in a grand change from the norm I'm actually going to eat out tonight, woohoo!!!! I'm really, really looking forward to it. I'm heading to the pub to enjoy a meal with one of my bestest friends, she is treating me to dinner for my birthday which is rather a lovely thing. As I think there may well be several glasses of Sauvignon Blanc involved, I thought it wise to do my writing before I go out so's that you get the sober version of today's events and not the slightly inebriated one. And you can be sure there will be absolutely no photographic evidence either. It's for the best.

So today's blog is rather short and sweet, it's been an extremely ordinary sort of a Friday, but nevertheless I think all the little moments that make up an ordinary day are well worth recording and documenting. Also, lets just note that I am celebrating because I slept extremely well last night, woke up feeling full of beans, and it has felt exactly like a Friday ALL DAY!!!! YAY!!!! Happy, happy Friday my friends, I hope  your day has been full of the most glorious ordinary goodness...

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Blogtober 2020 :: Day 15

Hello my lovelies, thank you so much for your continued visits and for all the warm and engaging comments you've been writing in response to my daily posts. It's like having coffee and a catch up with a group of dear friends every day when I sit to read your words, I'm loving our little to-and-fro chats very much.

So, Thursday today, and I spent much of the day thinking it was Wednesday, of course I did. This week is a funny one for sure, something to do with the Mercury Retrograde perhaps? I've felt a bit adrift today, not in a bad way, it's just been slow and contemplative I guess. I'm approaching a time where I need to make some decisions for things to happen (or not happen) for next year and it's not at all easy to know how 2021 is going to be. I'm trying to decide on which projects to commit to and the best timing for things next year, but everything still feels so uncertain doesn't it? Ah well, I've got a little bit more time to ponder yet before the deadlines really start to loom.

The woods are looking more Autumnal every day and I have been surprised by how much I am appreciating the season this year. The light and the changing colours in the trees seem magical at the moment, and I'm enjoying my chilly Autumn strolls just as much as I did my warm summer ones. I had a lovely walk with J today, just our usual round route through the trees but it just felt so good to be out and surrounded by all that damp freshness. 

I've got a new soy wax candle on the go this week - this is the second candle I've purchased from the Botanical Candle Company as I loved the first one so much. The scent is called "Late Summer" and is just beautiful. I LOVE to read the blurb on the website for things like this, it's so poetic and atmospheric. Do you want to know what Late Summer is all about? Well here you go.....

"This spicy, complex scent is dominated by the exotic and sultry note of vetiver. Native to India, this fragrant grass has an unrivalled scent that is intriguing and earthy. We’ve also woven in the scent of petrichor, the pleasant smell of rain after a prolonged period of warm weather. The freshness is bergamot rind, geranium and cut grass give this scent an uplifting edge."

How about that?! Doesn't that conjure up the most wonderful imagery? Freshly cut grass and the smell of rain on a warm day, oh yes, I'll have some of that please and thank you! And on that wonderfully evocative note I'm going to love you and leave you for today. My candle is lit and my bed is gently calling to me (I'm writing this upstairs in my bedroom, so my bed is right there and beckoning). I've got a basket of clean laundry to fold and put away and then I'm going to make myself a cup of tea and relax with a book for a while......ahh, life is good, even amidst this strangely drifting indecisiveness. 

Toodle-oo for now, see you tomorrow xxxxxxxxxxxx

 

 

 

Blogtober 2020 :: Day 14

This month I'm following along on Instagram with the continuation of the #yarnfriendsrock challenge - it's similar to what we did in September but the October prompts are only once a week (every Wednesday) which keeps it fun and a little less time consuming. Today's prompt is "Wednesday WIP" which encouraged me to dig into my baskets and unearth one of my long standing Works-in-Progress.

It's not often I have WiPs hanging around for any length of time as I am most definitely a Finisher of Projects. This is mostly down to the fact that I am very addicted to those Ta-dah moments which keeps me highly motivated to get to the finishing line.

The photo up above ↑↑ was taken such a long time ago and I was actually quite shocked this morning when I realised how old this particular WiP is. I started making these pretty Summer Garden granny squares way back in April 2019, so a whole year and a half ago. I know!!!!! Colour me shocked!!!!! 

This was a fun stash-busting project which came about when I combined leftovers from making the Sweet Pea and Dune blankets. I made the squares following a very old pattern of mine (Summer Garden Granny Square from 2009), choosing the colours as I went along without a huge amount of deliberation. At the time of making them last year I hadn't even formed any idea of what they would become (I thought maybe a small throw blanket perhaps), I just felt like crocheting them purely for the colour and yarny therapy at a time when I was between projects.

You may remember me chatting on my blog about them in May last year (in this post, scroll down past all the boats), explaining that I had dreamt about them and had a vision of them becoming a Granny Square Bag no less. I remember I could see the finished bag so clearly inside my Creative Mind that it was as if it already existed....sometimes this happens to me and it's the most wonderful thing to receive such a strong creative vision.

In my dream the bag had circular handles, so I searched on Amazon and found exactly what I was looking for. A pair of plastic bag handles measuring around 5 inches across ((find them HERE, they also come in a wood effect plastic))

Yes, I know they are black and this is a very un-Lucy-like colour, but I had yarny plans for these handles.....

.....see??? Stripes!!!

I made a long, thin band of stripes (4 rows of double crochet per colour) and joined them into a band which would fit around my handles. This is similar to the way that I cover my wreath bases.

Each colour is stitched around the ring using the tail end left in place at the end of each colour change. It's a weeny bit faffy, but the neat end result most definitely justifies the effort.

What do you think???? Don't they look great?!

I made 36 squares and 2 round handles.

I planned out the shape and construction of the bag and worked out how to make the handles work.

But then I decided I needed to buy some fabric to line the bag, and I couldn't seem to find anything that I liked. 

So even though I was sooooooooo excited to make the bag happen, everything ground to a halt at this point.

I also stalled on joining the squares because I wanted to photograph the process with the idea of creating a mini tutorial, and that takes a whole set-up day with good light needed for photography etc etc. And so the weeks passed by last summer and I never managed to find the time to make it happen. 

Fast forward a whole year, and in May this year I happened to see something pop up on Instagram from The Homemakery. I've purchased from them before and Kate who runs this crafty business is super-lovely and has amazing taste when it comes to all things crafty. I immediately remembered she sells the most beautiful fabrics and thought straight away of my Granny Bag. So I began a search through her fabric section and oh-my-goodness...........I re-discovered Tilda fabrics.

WOW>> do you know of the Tilda brand? If you would like to take a beautiful tumble down a very, very pretty rabbit hole, take a quick look at the Tilda fabric collections.......oh, you know you want to! Go on....GO LOOK!

HA!!!! What did you make of it? Pretty, pretty, oh so pretty!

After much deliberation, I chose the fabric shown above, and am absolutely delighted with it. Unfortunately I can't find this exact teal colourway any longer, it's the "Josephine" print which is part of the Lazy Days collection ((HERE))

So......this brings us to today. I decided to commit to bringing this project back to life, and eventually after much rummaging I managed to find it amongst my enormous creative piles.  It was like welcoming back an old friend......the colours are even more lovely than I remembered and I felt delighted all over again at the prospect of turning this collection of squares into a bag.

It was the first time I'd actually taken a good look at the squares right next to the Tilda fabric, and it made my heart SKIP!!! It all looks soooooo pretty and charming with a perfect "Granny Josephine" vibe, don't you think? I couldn't love it more.

I had sort of forgotten about the handles too, but seeing them again today I instantly remembered the vision for this bag, and yes yes, I am veeeeery excited to make it a reality.

So, the Granny Josephine Bag is now sitting in my To-do tray and tomorrow I am going to try and make time and space to begin the making process. I hope it goes well, I will certainly keep you posted. I can feel a very special ta-dah moment coming on....eeeeeeeeeeep, I'm rather excited!

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Blogtober 2020 :: Day 13

Pretty much all day today from start to finish I have thought it was Wednesday, I've no idea why but I have been convinced of it. I went out to the front doorstep first thing this morning to bring in the milk, but of course there was none as the delivery comes on Wednesdays. I walked into town after the school run to visit the market, but of course there was no market as it is in fact Tuesday. Yes, Tuesday all day, but no matter how much I told myself this it still felt like a Wednesday.

The weather this morning at 8.30am was delicious, a real cold snap in the air and the bluest, clearest sky up above. 

Little B was not impressed with me stopping to take so many photos on the way to school, complete with a gushing running commentary on the beauty of it all. In fact, it made us three minutes late and the poor boy had to run the final stretch to make the door on time. But just look at the way the canal looked!! It would have been a crime to just rush on by without stopping to drink it all in and capture the moment to share. This is the joy of blogging, it gives me a reason not only to to stop and stare (which I would do anyways) but to go that extra step and photograph it so that I can document and commit the moment to memory. Blogging is the very best kind of memory-keeper and I love it dearly for that.

After my jaunt into town to visit the market that wasn't there, I felt a bit off kilter and found myself unexpectedly up at the top end of the high street. So I decided to leave the streets behind and drop down to walk home along the side of the canal....

....this bit of the canal is the "Spring Branch" extension which connects the canal basin with the woods, stopping just beneath the castle.

It made me feel absurdly happy to walk along here on my way home from the invisible market, a beautiful end to a strangely wasted trip. Although I did go and buy strawberries and kale from Marks and Spencers, so it wasn't all wasted time.

Marks and Spencers also tempted me to buy a bunch of yellow Chrysanthemums, even though I don't usually like these cheap and cheerful flowers very much. There was just something about the bright colour and cute little button-like blooms which called to me, so I gave into the urge.

I love them in this stripy jug on my table, they do really bring a little sunshine into the room.

Talking of flowers, I have an update on the front garden planting sitch - I have violas! YAsss!! They are the dearest, sweetest little floral faces and I am desperately in love with them of course.  The plantlets are tiny, but I think will be just right to fill the small gap in my wall planter alongside the cyclamen. I'll show you once I've gotten them situated into their new home.

When I came home from my wander I was hungry so I made myself a bowl of hot porridge for breakfast. Underneath that pile of fresh fruit there is a small serving of milky oat porridge, cooked with a few chopped up prunes for extra sweetness and fibre. I eat my breakfast around 10am usually and I think it's my favourite meal of the day.

I've felt a bit discombobulated today, my head has been in a muddle and I haven't been able to focus or settle down to do anything. My morning drifted by in a blur of goodness-knows-what. I stripped and washed my bedding, did some printing for a friend who needed some forms but doesn't have a printer, posted my Wednesday #challenge on Instagram, then a few minutes later deleted it again when I realised for the umpteenth time that it wasn't actually Wednesday. You get the picture, it's been an odd one! My big Teen had an exam today, the second of two that he chose to resit for one of his A levels. So I mothered him accordingly, making him cheese on toast for lunch and providing a freshly ironed shirt, but resisting the urge to hug him as I saw him out the door. 

At 1pm I still felt a bit odd in my head, but I gathered together my knitting and pootled down the hill to Coopers café to sit a while with a few good friends. We aren't able to hold our usual busy creative get togethers as there isn't nearly enough space to socially distance at the café and we have the "rule of six" that we need to follow. But sometimes there are 3 or 4 of us who can meet up informally, sitting around a table large enough to feel safe and comfortable with each other. It is such a blessing, and I am making the very most of these little gatherings as restrictions are beginning to tighten again up here in the north of England.

I drank my decaf cap and worked around and around the foot of my sock and for a few hours my mind was at peace. And it felt like Tuesday and not Wednesday for a while....yay!

Predictably, as soon as the clock struck 3 and it was time for the school run, the weather deteriorated. By the time we arrived home there was a steady light rain falling - well I say falling but it was actually hitting the window horizontally due to the gusty winds, and I was very glad to finally be indoors and not out.

I love love love lighting the fire, it's one of those daily jobs which gives me an intense feeling of contentment. I sat for a weeny while wrapped up in my Dahlia blanket just looking into the flames and feeling the warmth seep into my bones and settle there. Some days just feel harder than others for no apparent reason other than they weigh a little heavier somehow, don't  you think? I feel quite glad to bring this odd feeling non-Wednesday to a gentle close.

I put a few of the tiniest little flower stems into an old mustard jar beside my bed earlier, just after the fresh pillowcases and sheet went back on. A little ritual that I don't often remember to do, but it's just the sweetest thing to have a miniature posy of flowers to wake up to in the mornings. Do you ever put flowers beside your bed? Oh, you should! Just a sprig or two is all you need......promise me you'll try it?

Right, on this strange day that really isn't Wednesday, I shall love you and leave you until tomorrow when it really will be Wednesday for real. Hmmmm.....I wonder if tomorrow will feel like Thursday???!!! See you then... xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

ps do yo know my good friend Annette who writes her blog at "My Rose Valley"? She is joining me in a return to Blogland this week and I feel sure you would LOVE her posts if you don't already know of her. Do go pay her a visit and tell her you came from the Attic...sit a while on her picturesque bench and drink in her beautiful photos. She is a true delight xxx

pps don't forget about your bedside flowers - put it on your to-do list!

ppps......it's Wednesday tomorrow :)

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Blogtober 2020 :: Day 12

Ahhhh, Monday rolls round again and I am delighted to be seeing in a fresh new week - I may well be in the minority but I absolutely LOVE Mondays. J and I started today in our usual fashion, yup, you guessed correctly - outrageously good coffee! Blimey, maybe I should stop with the photographic evidence of my daily addiction....but in my defence it is only one coffee treat a day, I always switch to decaff after that first delicious cup.

I do so enjoy that morning caffeine pick-me-up though. I'm not sleeping too well at the moment, I am pootling towards the end of year three of the peri-menopause and over these years I have discovered that the symptoms ebb and flow as the months pass. But at the moment I'm in the midst of a full-flow episode where my brain is in a constant fog during the day and my nights are packed full of heat and anxiety. At least I know it will eventually pass over for a while, but this week I am feeling a little tired from these strangely disturbed nights. 

After coffee and attending to a little bit of life admin, we decided to totally ignore the terrible weather and head out to enjoy the countryside regardless of what was falling from the sky. As you can see from the above photo, I took your advice about the jeans and decided to keep them and wear them into submission. I can tell you that even after just one day they feel sooo much more comfy and most importantly I felt warm and cosy tramping around in them. Thank you also to the lady who suggested M&S jeggings, I'm going to look at getting a pair of those too I think, maybe in a colour of some sorts. 

For our countryside ramble we drove to the picturesque Yorkshire Dales village of Malham. It's been a while since we visited as it's become such a popular tourist destination in recent years that it gets incredibly crowded and hard to park in the summer months, well all year round it's a busy little place really. Today with the weather being so bleugh it was quieter, but still plenty of walkers out and about. We decided not to do a proper over-the-hills hike (too wet and muddy), but instead to make like tourists and wander through the village to take in the spectacular sight of Malham Cove. I snapped the above photo on our walk up the hill to give you a smile :) It was on the side of a hotel/restaurant ((Beck Hall - gosh, I've just looked at the website, it looks like somewhere truly lovely to visit in better weather, adding it to my list for 2021 potential jaunts!))

As you can see, it was incredibly murky out there today with that really, really low misty cloud and endless grey drizzle that just feels very, very wet. 

But no matter, we were in good spirits and set out happily along this easy pathway towards the famous Cove.

The pathway follows the meander of the little stream and the sound of the running water was really soothing.

Getting closer to the cove......

......closer still.....

.....until we were able to stand right under the natural amphitheatre and marvel at it's vastness.

WOW.

No matter how many times I come here over the years it never fails to take my breath away. Every time. It's just so damn BIG!!!!!!!!!

It's hugeness makes it really difficult to photograph, but if I tell you that it is 260feet high, then possibly you can imagine the scale of it.

If you look at the above photo, you may just be able to make out a couple of climbers about half way up on the ledge, preparing to climb up the sheer rock face. That really does blow my mind a little, imagine having the courage (and the desire) to do such a thing?! Nope, it's not for me. I'm not afraid of heights, but oh, I would much rather have my feet on solid ground, thank you very much.

Here I am look, taking a spontaneous selfie to remember this day when I celebrated fifty two years on planet Earth. Happy Birthday to me!

Despite the drizzle, we spent a happy time at the Cove perched on a rock under some trees drinking coffee from a flask and eating Birthday chocolate. I am a very, very low maintenance kind of Birthday Girl, and I'm pretty sure J is thankful for this each and every year.

When the coffee had run out we ambled back into the village, chatting about this and that and thinking (as we do every Monday) that we are so lucky to live this life. I wouldn't swap it for anything, well, maybe a bit more sunshine wouldn't go amiss actually. 

On the way to collect Little B from school I made a quick detour to the shops to purchase an essential birthday item, ie cake. Cake is a major treat these days as you know I've been on a healthy eating kick since the start of the year and eat very little refined sugar now. But I had such an undeniable craving for it this afternoon that I decided to indulge myself and make sure that I enjoyed every single crumb. I was gifted a little mini bottle of birthday prosecco (one of my all time favourite tipples) which arrived in the post this very morning, so that seemed like the perfect accompaniment to the salted caramel and chocolate cake I chose. I was in Birthday heaven!

I lit the fire and settled down to enjoy cake and fizz with J and the Little People and honestly, I've felt so much happiness and contentment today. I am really deeply thankful to be enjoying this stage in my life with good health and a very contented home life. Not a day goes by when I don't give thanks for the way I am able to live my days. I am so, so grateful for all of it.

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Blogtober 2020 :: Day 11

Hello!!!! It's been a beautiful Autumnal day here today and I would like to say that we made the very most of it, but truthfully we've been very lazy and Sundayish. I had a slow start to the day, getting up late and making myself a frothy coffee to take back to bed where I snuggled into the still-warm duvet, slurped my drink and caught up on social media. I made myself some oat pancakes for breakfast mid morning, then we gathered together the two youngest Little Peeps, fed them and forced them into clothes, then manoeuvred them out the front door and into the bright outdoors for some fresh air and exercise. Isn't manoeuvred a funny word, I had to spell check that one (twice)!

It was truly GorGeOus out there today, and every step felt like walking through pure Autumn. We walked our usual woodland walk, it was pretty busy along the pathways today with lots of families out enjoying  the day....I do selfishly prefer it when it's quieter. It was still exceptionally beautiful though, and ten out of ten for seasonal vibes.

This afternoon I ventured out to shop for clothes, taking Little Lady with me to advise. We don't have a huge choice in our small town when it comes to fashion so I opted for FatFace which I do like. I bought jeans. And I bought a warm jumper and a long sleeved stripy T-shirt to wear with the jeans. Of course I wasn't able to try anything on in the store, but the lady assured me I had thirty days to try on at home and I would have no trouble returning anything that didn't fit. I wish I could rave about the success of the jeans, but alas I am very unsure. The fit is slim, which Little Lady and J both tell me look really good with my new shape, but I felt a bit stiff and trussed up in them after a long summer of bare legs and wafty, oversized dresses. I shall try them on again tomorrow I think, or maybe even keep them for longer and try them on again next week or the week after. Thirty days is a good, long deciding time, perfect for an indecisive, insecure, out-of-practice new-clothes-noob like me.

I cooked a really scrumptious roast dinner this evening, a tasty chicken with roasted baby new potatoes and parsnips, carrots, green beans, sprouts and broccoli, and some exceedingly good Yorkshire puddings made from scratch. I always used to be too scared of failing with Yorkshire puddings to even try making them (my mother in law makes the BEST yorkies, so I had a lot to live up to). A Sunday roast is a very traditionally British thing but not something I've ever really been into to be honest. But at the start of lockdown we began having a roast dinner every alternate Sunday, a comfort thing I suspect and the routine has stuck with us ever since. So I decided to overcome my fear of Rising Failure and now I have to say I'm pretty good with the ol' Yorkshire puds. 

And that's pretty much the extent of my day - add in two loads of laundry, a little bit of light cleaning, and about 3.5 rows of sock knitting and there you have it. Sunday in a nutshell.

I've got some crochet plans for next week, so hopefully I'll have more than trees, trees, leaves and more trees to share with you going forward. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx