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Tuesday, 19 March 2013

The hills are alive......

I didn't manage a Sunday post.  Too busy marking mock exam papers but now I have half an hour to share my news.  Firstly, we have sold our house in Staffordshire (finally!) which is why I have been so busy.  It's amazing the amount of junk you can accumulate in a loft over 30 years - all of which was saved because it might come in handy.  Well it didn't and now it's at the tip.  The removal van is due here next Wednesday so I need to put my mind to the tricky problem of where to put a dresser, a bureau, several bookcases and an almost six-foot long pew. The words quart and pint pot spring to mind here. 

The other weekend (seems like years ago now) I joined The Funky Felters who meet monthly near Dolgellau and spent a lovely day felting, chatting about felting and admiring other people's felting.  I managed to produce this:


It doesn't look that interesting at the moment but it was good to do some felting again.  I'm not sure what it will turn into - a cushion or wall hanging, maybe.  Also, I want to add in some hand stitching and possibly some beads.  Someone at school alarmed me by asking if they were cannabis leaves which hadn't occurred to me, but I think it needs a bit of titivation.

The hills are alive with the sound of baa-ing around here.  The daffodils are out.  The days are getting longer.  It's the Spring equinox tomorrow.  This all begs the question "Where is the Spring?"  I'm getting tired, now, of alternately waking up to frosty fields or pouring rain.  Let's hope it improves for Easter when we have family coming to stay.  I was cheered up this afternoon when Russell, our nearest farmer, brought some ewes and their lambs up the lane past our house to the fields at the top of the hill.  I couldn't quite manage a kidnapping so took photos instead:


I forgot to mention, to those who know me, that the finger is on the mend.  For those who don't, I sliced a chunk off my left index finger with a rotary cutter whilst cutting up patchwork pieces to make a quilt.  After an emergency visit to the minor injuries unit, the bleeding was staunched  and my finger wrapped up in what seemed like an enormous quantity of bandages.  Thus, my patchworking came to a halt for a while . An added bonus was that, unfortunately, I couldn't wash up either.  Clouds, silver linings and all that :-)

Anyway, now it's just scabby. So patchworking and washing up duties will resume shortly.

Thanks for reading x