Two Shades of Grey

The Rico Cotton Yarn order arrived today, super-speedy as always........except I've ordered the wrong grey.  

See????????

It's VERY disappointing to open a parcel of yarn only to find you've been a bit of a div.  Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr.  

But I think my grey cloud is actually one with a silver lining.  After lots of careful consideration (plonking colours on top of the packet), I think I prefer it to the light grey (too lazy to return it).

So I shall unravel the light grey and do another 250 chain with the dark.  Oh joy.  I love doing foundation chains.  No, really,  I do.  No, really.

'Would you like a cup of tea?'

'FOR GOD'S SAKE!!!!!  I'M COUNTING!!!!'

'So?'

'AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRGHHHH!'

or,

'Mummmmmmmmmy.  What are you doing?

'Making a very long chain of stitches for your birthday blanket.'

'Mummmmmmmmmy.  What are the yellow bits of wool for?

'So I know how many stitches I've done.  I put one in every time I've done 20.'

'Mummmmmmmmmy.  I want to make a blanket.'

'Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?'

'Yes. I shall make it out of all these bits of yellow wool I pulled from yours....'

Egg on a Stick was mainly brought to you by Co-op Malted Choc Biscuits, the little biscuit with a very long description on the packet.  Kinda sucks the joy out of them a wee bit. Oh no, sorry, that was me ;-)

Yum.

 Luv Egg on a Stick x

Scottish springtime...already?

It's been very mild in Scotland this winter, well along the Clyde it has.  Chasing the chickens round the garden today, I noticed that there are wee signs of life, brave little shoots fighting against the wind, falling roof tiles and ravenous chooks.  Nice to see though.

Except the daffodils.

Pesky daffodils

Despite my best efforts over the last eight years, I have been unable to rid the garden of daffs.  Lover Boy loves them, Flo loves them and I...well, I am ambivalent.  They are, without doubt, a lovely sight in the springtime, especially in the great swathes that the Cooncil tends on our highways and byways (NB it is not unheard of for every daffodil to be decapitated the day before Mothering Sunday).  I just find them a bit dull, that's all, so I  pull them up.  In my own garden only, of course.  I'm not that mean!

Ravaged primrose

Solitary snowdrop

Absolutely.  NO.  Idea,

Lucky lupins

I have tried my hardest to disguise the lupins as a pile of uninteresting, not-so-tasty sticks.  The chickens are on those plants like seagulls on chips and any greenery is stripped within seconds of spotting them.  I really miss my lupins though.  They are just sooooooo so pretty in the summer.  *note to self, suggest to Cooncil that lupins are a more attractive alternative to daffs.

Flo painting lupins

Apart from stumbling around the garden, today was a day for playgroup, lunch with pals at Mozzers and Time to Rhyme in the afternoon, which was absolute mayhem!  Thirty-odd mums (slightly different from thirty odd mums) with their weans; all the little ones sitting beautifully, all the bigger little ones trying to maim each other, rip EVERY book from the shelves and, in my child's case, give everyone 'falling down cuddles', meant a noisy group.  Good fun and an absolutely shattered child.  Result.

Currently knitting a teacosy for my friend.  Beautiful cherry red New Lanark aran mistake rib and a fabulous pom-pom on the top.  I love the colour and would dearly love to keep the cosy but needs must....

Then on to next project- a draught excluder for a draughty house.  A chum has just moved into a total wreck fantastic doer-upper round the corner and it's a wee bit chilly in the evening, so she's commissioned (check me!) a couple of draught excluders, simple design, very muted stripes.  Nice easy knitting and perfect for weekend.

Nice huh? They've taken on a lot with this house and being cold never cheers anyone up.  The effort will be worth it though, it's a cracking wee place. And a little bit of woolliness never goes amiss.

 And, as I've just been reminded, it won't knit itself!  Better get a wriggle on.

Laters x