It’s been a great holiday (I used to call it ‘half term,’ but here it’s the Tattie Holiday), full of seeing family and friends and jobs round the house. Not as much sewing as I’d like, but the quilt creeps on, one infuriating hexagon at a time! I now want to make a quilt entirely of hexagons, starting as tiny as the ones on the swallow quilt and getting bigger and bigger until they’re like dinner plates. In lots of colours. I haven’t quite worked it out yet. (And I have two tea cosy commissions to design and make, knitting and sewing to do for Christmas, a kitchen stool to paint and re-cover, an advent calendar to bias bind and post, that infernal fleece in the shed to attend to, oh and two very teeny children to raise)
I tried to capture the mess that was fitting the stove whilst toddler plus baby frolicked about, especially as there are just so many blogs out there which are tooth-achingly sweet and beautiful. You just think, come on! Where is the noisy plastic tat? You don’t actually cook in that kitchen, do you? But my camera just didn’t do the trick. Perhaps the stove’s cosy beauty just outshines any chaos…
I almost can’t wait for the cold. Almost.
Thanks to Sophie for the last photo.