It's a decision that I face every day, maybe even twice a day. Or, at least, I should be facing it but because of the brain fog I often can't remember if I have remembered to or not. (Life's got very like that). You rip open the packet, out it comes and off you go... Continue Reading →
Is there a word for forgetting what a word is? You know, just a single word A term, I think they call it I can't even remember the word for that So how am I supposed to remember the word for forgetting words? I think there must be a word for it There... Continue Reading →
We got talking about canaries the other night, Husband and me. We have recently found out that Norwich was once the capital of canary breeding in England. Maybe that explains the nickname for the local football team, more than just the colour of their strip. Husband, however, was telling me that canaries aren't really yellow... Continue Reading →
It has come to my attention that I like wool. No, not wool as in yarn, as any self-respecting knitter has to, but wool as in sheep fluff string. I love the feel of it. I love the smell of it. Is that weird? I want to be wrapped in woollens, preferably of my own fabrication.... Continue Reading →
I made these many months ago but I just haven't been able to keep with my posting this year. They're another project from Susie Johns' Knitted Fast Food; details for this project are also on my Ravelry page.