Yellow

It just makes you feel good.

Crochet Frames

You can tell by the photos how gloomy the light was yesterday morning but so, so cosy inside. I surrounded myself with origami paper, washi paper, watercolour board and watercolour paintings and set to work making the little pieces I mentioned yesterday.

Then last night when the boys were safely tied to their beds I began the process of crocheting frames for the pictures which wasn't that easy as I was in convulsions of laughter watching Will Ferell's 'Stepbrothers'. I can't resist a manchild.

A sick child and recovering husband are on the menu today so a very quiet day in our house. I think my nursing duties might include curling up on the couch with Archie, a DVD and some crochet. Hugo seems to be entertaining himself outside, gumboots, puddles, bowls, spoons and boats. I guess I could throw some food out to him when he begins to look a little savage.

The Beginnings of Little Things.

Some little collages are about to grow crochet frames.

New(ish) colour combinations.

Sometimes I feel as though I have been staring at my basket of wool for too long and I am beginning to tire of the faces looking back at me. That's usually about the time I embark on a trip to town to visit my favourite shop, '11th Ave Wool'. However, keeping the rest of the world company, we are having to tighten the purse strings (I wish I had a purse with strings) and limit these exhilarating kinds of excursions.

Last night when I began to hit the brick wall of hexagoning (which is an essential part of the process otherwise I would never get to bed) I had a chance encounter with some very soft colours and suddenly, with energy renewed, went a little free-form. I am now feeling pretty happy with this new combination and can't wait to do a bit more circle work.

By the way, is there anybody out there who also thinks electricity is really a scientific word for magic?

My Creative Space... night and day.

I feel so good. From the tips of my toes to my innermost cadbury creme egg soul I am tingling with the satisfaction that comes from tidying up my craft table. In fact, I tackled the whole upstairs room and turned it into some sort of grown-up haven that you imagine in your wildest dreams. When I ascend upstairs, I really am travelling upwards to the heavens. It is glorious.
I thought I had better include my night-time creative space too, the turquoise table that is providing the legs for my hexagon blanket. Each night as I sit down on the big, blue couch, I feel as though I am embarking on a giant and extremely tactile puzzle (except nicer than a puzzle because you know that one day it will leap up and enfold you in its warm embrace and let's face it, that is something a puzzle will never do).

For more creative spaces, disapperate (I don't have time to look up the official Harry Potter spelling) here.

If Cath Kidston Made Yarn...

I sometimes think when combining colours, "what would Cath do'? And I also imagine (or more truthfully fantasise) about what Cath Kidston yarns would be like. The wool above is my best interpretation from the yarns I have. Pink is impossible to match - most have too much blue in them and green is very difficult and the yellow one can only dream about. Maybe a petition should be started and we could bombard her with our requests for a Cath Kidston range. I know Vanessa from do you mind if i knit has similar thoughts.

These are my rejected colours - they look just fine when I am not trying to find CK colours but somehow, in this photo they emanate an air of dejection. I am sure if I instead said the colours had been chosen for a crocheted mug cosy they would suddenly present themselves as nurturing and warm. All about perceptions I guess, oranges and apples.

Floating Ideas.

Yay, it's Tuesday again, the loveliest morning of the week with children freshly packed off to their various educational opportunities. I am supposed to be tackling two of the most highly neglected rooms in the house but really my mind is in a centrifugal process, hurtling lots of ideas around. I will stop it in a couple of minutes and see what ends up sticking to the sides.

Up above my highly intelligent words, two cushions that I printed many moons ago are in orbit. They are in review again as I am thinking craft-pack thoughts. The green bottle on the table has been included in a post before, it is Jonno's invention for fine wool that keeps unravelling. I re-posted it because I like the colours and it reminds me of thinking outside of the box. Time to stoke the fire. Tootley hoo.