It's a milestone day. Archie began to knit and did really well!!!! We went to a cafe (just the two of us) and snuggled into a comfy corner well fortified by hot chocolate milk and cake. Later on for Hugo's sake we reenacted the cafe scene at home. Their polite 'cafe conversation' was hysterical.
I'm really, really, really greedy for colour again. I saw these cottons in the shop and almost cried with the sheer giddy relief of falling in love. And I knew that when I bought them I would be healthier, more creative, have longer hair, parent my children better, keep a tidier house.... actually I just thought they would keep my hands busy and my eyes happy and that they did. By the way, the tea cup wasn't crocheted from this yarn, I made it last night and thought I would include it.
With all of the boyness of my last two posts, I thought I had better add a touch of colour - the flowers at the bottom were being worked on while the boys were making glasses. I tried to get them involved but making bat-like head gear was much more fun. Maybe Jonno will want to have a go at them when he comes home. Probably not though.
We unpacked our craft supplies for stained glass windows but somehow a reddened mist of craziness descended and we made supersonic glasses instead. Hugo had a bit of help but Archie's bat glasses were completely his own work. I wonder if he will make me some Dame Edna Everedge glasses, complete with jewels and sparkle. I had better be nice.
As I posted earlier, this weekend was all about the farm, the family and perhaps most importantly the food. The boys were busy chasing after their big cousins which meant the kitchen was free for me to create and create and create. And the best thing of all is that I barely have to cook for the rest of the week!
Right now I am sneaking away from all of my duties to just put a little bit of time into greedy for colour. I miss it so much even though it was only Wednesday when I last had time for it. These school holidays are taking a bit out of me with calving and sick children. Blogging is so illicit right now and this sweetens the relationship all the more.
This is strange for a girl with a love of strong colour. I can feel myself drifting towards a visual softness which I have never experienced before. Where are my rich yellows, red and pinks. My bold spring grass and deep, matte turquoise. Maybe it's the weather, maybe being cloistered at home with two boys, maybe a deep yearning of the soul for apples and cocoa... who knows. Am I still allowed to call myself greedy for colour?
