Living in London can be tough: the skies are perpetually grey and clouded over, travelling underground can be charming at first, but quickly becomes tedious when you have to squish in with the rest of the population at rush hour, and it's difficult to see the beauty of this ancient city when you're dealing with hail, rain and sleet. But spring. Oh. It...
Non-knitters don't appreciate just how long stuff takes to make. Can you knit me a sweater? Chances are, the answer is no. Can you knit me a baby blanket? Um, if I start now, your baby will be walking by the time I'm done. Can you knit me a hat? For next winter? Can you knit me a knight helmet? Okay, for that one, I had...
I feel very lucky indeed. An enormously GIANT box arrived in the post, with my name on it. Who could it be from? Aha! Pri! My lovely blogger friend from Brazil (you can see her blog here). We have never actually met in person, despite regular emails and parcels flying half way around the globe. We found each other's blogs online a few months...
Ear-ly in the mor-ning? This weekend, we bought guitars. Plural. He got a cherry red electric guitar. I got an acoustic guitar. They were second hand, from a well-loved home. They came with an assortment of old folk, blues and rock books, a pile of backing tracks on CD, and a collection of guitar goodies. A strap, a capo, some polish. We plugged...
