A Certain Lack of Light.

I am going slightly barmy here thanks to the lack of any discernible spring light in Cornwall - well, my bit of Cornwall anyway. I hear of sun elsewhere; I see the proof in others' photos where balmy days out and gardening fun is had with that yellow light I am so desperate for. Why is it missing us out I wish to know! The blossom is blossoming and shoots are shooting all around yet still the sky remains flat and grey and I am going ever so slightly nuts and more than a little obsessed by the local weather report and quite frankly driving myself crazy by moaning about it!






The solution I feel is to stop whingeing and get outdoors even if it is cold and monotonously grey. After all, the herbs need potting up: rosemary, parsley and thyme sit in pots just by the front door and I brush their fragrant leaves each time I pass. That cheers me at least.

And then there is new wool or yarn as I increasingly find myself calling it. Just look at the colour of this. It cheers me more than I can tell you and I have started a new project without completely finishing my Veyla mittens because I felt it would be therapeutic...and it is! I will reveal the pattern next post as I am hoping to have sewn in the ends of the mitts first. Clean slate and all that.

I chose this yarn because it has such a wonderful slubby texture and is just perfect for spring/summer beach wear. Very lovely and such a gorgeous shade...did I mention that already? I want a whole cupboard of slubby slouchy knits in soft sea blues and greens and gentle orange like the colour you get when the sea and sunshine have bleached them down to the softest tone while still retaining that certain strength of colour. Know what I mean?

Oh those herbs...they smell so delicious.

The kitchen is being taken over by little gardening projects such as jars of rosemary and sage cuttings which will mould away if Isabella and I don't plant them up. Some potatoes which I would like to claim are chitting but truthfully were simply mouldering in the bottom of a long-forgotten bag are now waiting top be planted up too. Strange looking alien life forms lurking by the sugar bowl. A typically eclectic Pipany mix. I do like a project or two.

Talking of projects - things are hotting up for Mothers' Day. Just where does the apostrophe go? Is it Mothers plural or Mother as in singular? Oh who cares...it should be Mothering Sunday anyway and really life is far far too short to fuss over a little apostrophe. The point I was making is that much embroidering is taking place in my sewing room and I am very lucky to be so busy, so thank you to any and all who have ordered from me!

Well, I really should get back to work. Hopefully the drizzle will stop and the chill will go by the time I have finished the orders leaving a beautiful sunshiney day in its wake!

Till next time x