something new

A while ago, I made a quilt.

I love it. I love the way it looks, I love the way it snuggles.
And I'm thinking that it's time for a new one. Just a little one, for the lounge. Just to play with colour, to learn a bit more.
And I saw this:

Over here
So now I have a plan.
Huzzah!

Self awareness

Recently, I bought myself a spindle (I had fibre, my wheels were >1000km away...)


I'm not very good at it yet - the spindle drops  with (admittedly, decreasing) frequency. My housemate T asked me why.

In the past, I think I may have come up with some great reasons.


Because I was trying to spin too fine a yarn for the spindle weight.
Because I was distracted by conversation.


The answer I gave?

Because I'm still a bit shit.


Maybe this is what self-awareness is.

Maybe I'm growing up.


(Fibre: Celia's Basket, BFL, Colourway: Grandma's Orchid)

Still have it

I'm not a glamourous girl.

I dress first for comfort, then for looks.
I should probably get someone who isn't me or my housemate M to cut my hair.

So, when we went to see Darren Hanlon over the weekend, and M told me the (quite attractive) guy beside us at the bar was checking me out, I was baffled. ¹

I think it must have been the knitwear.


¹and absolutely tickled.

Beginnings

Grey is sophisticated.
Grey is elegant.
Grey is restrained.
Grey is comfortable.
Grey is safe.

However, on a day like today -

Grey is bleak.

Going into the city reveals a wash of people in black, grey and muddy colours. The overwhelming sense of dullness is not alleviated by splashes of firetruck red -the single, ubiquitous colour fails to raise the mood.

In an effort to kick the grey habit (exemplified by current knitting, below), I have decided to promote colour in my wardrobe, to assign grey to a more minor role.

At least until spring lightness and colour helps kick the bleakness.