I have been so out of touch with my poor blog and I miss it, so now the New Year is here I intend to get back in the groove so to speak. I almost felt overwhelmed by the thought of writing a catch up post until I remembered that it's my blog and I really shouldn't treat it the way I use to my diaries as a young girl, always apologising on the paper for not writing regularly and feeling the need to relate every tiny detail of the missing days. Instead I shall let things unfold as they choose merely pausing in the flow to say that the festive season was wonderful, the New Year brought the usual feeling of hope and excitement at what may lie ahead and yes, I do have a few Revolutions (Lauren's word from when she was tiny) as I love things to aim for and shall reveal those another day. But what has taken my eye today is the amazing range of nature's colours in this cold month of January.
I have noted on many blogs that January is not popular with most of us, though I must say that I have warmed to it over the years: it often has the most sparklingly beautiful days of iced sunshine with the bluest skies where the sea glitters and the yellow coconut-bun-scented gorse lights up the hedgerows. Of course, there are many bitterly frozen moments of grey and dulldom, but for me it is less so than the shorter month of February. Perhaps it is the hope of the year ahead that makes it bearable for me or maybe it is the contrasting colours so evident in all around.
Mr Davey and I are creating our own works in nature's colours with the knitting bug firmly having bitten us during the recent stint of Christmas present making. Dave knitted Lauren a scarf to accompany the hat I made her (no photos as yet!) and has decided to move onto a little jumper for Isabella, while I am busy knitting myself what used to be called a tank top, but now seems to be a vest for some reason. The wool is called Crofter and has the beautiful shades of charcoal, plum and heather pink running through reminding me of the long shadows cast by the north coast cliffs in late afternoon sunlight at this time of year. The back is finished...
but as ever, my photos don't show the delicate tones in their true warmth. The wool is so soft and tactile
and a dream to knit with; a lovely Christmas present thank you Dave x
But as I said, January is a month of contrasts and yesterday morning saw the river bathed in a golden light as Isabella and I trugded our way to nursery yet again. I have missed this view over the Christmas period as I have spent so much time forming my own chronicles of it with my camera that it now feels like a true friend, one I have neglected a little in favour of other Cornish views for several weeks, but am rapidly reaquainting myself with as life returns to its usual routine.
From the slate and granite tones shot through with ochres and umbers to golds and rose and nutty browns. A change which lifts my heart and warms me through.
We spent a grabbed hour of childfree time in the local wool shop entertaining the lovely people there with our pattern choosing and deep discussions of which colours would be 'right' for Isabella. What I found heartening was the way the shop owner related stories about my eldest children, remembering perfectly their different personalities even though I had not shopped there with them in tow for at least 13 years or so. So funny to think I am still shopping for wool for one of my little ones after all this time.
This wool is again Crofter which comes in so many gorgeous shades. Dave chose this beautiful one with its base of rose pink. lilac and cream. He is doing really well and is finally learning to pick up his own dropped stitches thanks to my bellowing loudly at him!
Time for me to head off now and spend a little time catching up with all of you, though before I go I want to just let you know that there is a little sale on the Christmas Emporium on my website with all things there reduced by 20% for this month: a chance to be incredibly organised next year maybe? I'll leave you with the warmth of the sun over Pendennis Point early this morning before the rosy light changed to steel grey and back again. January - month of contrasts and also, as it happens, the month of my birthday (which I thoroughly enjoyed!).
Happy New Year x
