The allotment year starts and the craftiness continues...

Saturday was a write-off as far as anything sewing related was concerned. There was a day out in Scarborough, lots of eating and walking and - oh boy! - it was cold there. Despite layers of warm clothing I was still freezing, though of course it was lovely to be near the sea. Having been born and raised in a land-locked county - Worcestershire - I'll never be tired of seeing the waves rolling in, and that seemingly limitless horizon.

Scarborough's got a working harbour, and I would've taken photos of the picturesque scene if it hadn't meant taking my gloves off! There were lots of fishing boats and seemingly endless stacks of lobster pots. Amusement arcades, shellfish stalls, enormous ruddy great seagulls swooping and diving, families on the beach, dogs splashing about at the water's edge and even a few people swimming in the sea. I mean, actually swimming! Must be crazy.

Anyway, today's been more productive. I don't venture down to the allotment during January/February, but come March I'm itching to get going. I visited my plot for an hour or so today, pulled up some weeds and did some general tidying up. I might not have accomplished a massive amount, but it felt good to get started on the gardening year. Then, it was home for lunch and down to some craftiness. I did hand-stitching, listening to podcasts and half-watching YouTube videos while I sewed.

There's a lot to be said for machine stitching. Patchwork blocks can be speedily made, and you could assemble a quilt top in a day if you buckle down to it. But there's also a lot to be said for slow stitching.

It's got a meditative quality to it, and the stitches - whether they're perfectly formed or unevenly spaced, neat and precise or a bit rough & ready- they reflect the character of the person wielding the needle.

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Sari scraps, PVA, a couple of books and a necklace

I'm typing this as snow's falling, and has been steadily all day. It's not settling to any great extent, though I bet by tomorrow morning the paths will be slippery with ice. Which always makes me paranoid about falling over and at the very least looking undignified, but at worst breaking a bone or twisting an ankle. Oh well, it's ideal weather to stay inside and craft, isn't it? I finally got around to listing packs of sari scraps on Etsy this morning. I only made up six bundles as I've no clue whether they'll sell or if I've set a reasonable enough price point. Time will tell. This is a link to the listing, if you're interested. This vaguely pink fabric isn't from one of my Etsy packs. It's from a bit of experimenting I was doing yesterday. I'd seen a post on Instagram showing how a DIY version of batik could be done without using hot wax. The Instagrammer used PVA instead, and I wanted to try this out....

In praise of wool

Just a quick post today. I'm offering you a short but peaceful break from the overwhelmingness (is that a word?) of Christmas. By now you've probably eaten your bodyweight in sweets//roast potatoes/pigs in blankets/cake/After Eights ... whatever your festive indulgences are. You're under-exericsed, over-stimulated, feeling broke and possibly guilty about an argument with a relative or friend you've never entirely got on with. So, here's something to take your mind off all that. I've two videos to refresh and revive, and they both concern wool. Interesting fact. Well, I found it interesting. About 1% - yup, one per cent - of the world's textiles are made of wool. Out of curiosity, I also googled how much is made of cotton. That's higher, but it's only about 24% and that's heading downward instead of up. Synthetic fibres are the bulk of all textile manufacture. Anyway, back to woolly wonders. My firs...

Another week's flown by ...

Saturday's rolled around again, and it's not been the most eventful of days. Cleaning and hoovering, a walk to the shops to buy groceries, an hour on the allotment, then home to do some odd tasks in the garden. The strawberry plants are sending out runners, so I've been dealing with those, plus deadheading the perennial sunflowers, and cutting back the gone-over flowers on the sage and marjoram. I'm sad to see those blooms gone as the bees loved them. This afternoon I spent a few hours finishing 'Dawnlands' by Philippa Gregory. It's a really good book, a page turner where you care about the characters and want to be reassured everything's going to work out well for them. Plus you become enraged about the corruption of the so-called justice system at the time of the Stuart kings and queens, about transportation of prisoners to the West Indies, and about the vile nature of the sugar trade in the 1600s and the vast profits made from it....

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