Finally relaxing... Another Monday out of the way. I hate Mondays, I truly hate them. I don't know why. It could be because I have a tough teleconference to attend early doors for work every Monday (and man, it's a killer) but I think it's just that I love my weekends so much. Weekends are so precious to me, there are always so many things I want to do that Mondays just come around too jeffing quickly. I know lots of people feel the same.
This weekend was fab. I escaped the weeding at home on Saturday morning to go and see my Mum, sister and niece. I took my scarf to show them (I'm very proud of it, see) and my little niece (who's just two and a half years old) tottered over to me, fingers in her mouth, and shyly asked if I would make her a blanket (I think she was primed by my sister). Of course I said yes so I am currently looking through my book of 200 Crochet Blocks to find a motif that I can use for the blanket. I've learnt that I like having a few things on the go at once - just to 'mix things up a bit' - and it will be nice to make something specifically for someone. And I know that my little niece will love it; she will soon be able to sit through Shrek all the way through (she's still a bit fidgety) and a blanket to snuggle under will soon come in very handy I think!
The best thing from Saturday though is that I discovered that my sister has decided to learn to crochet! I'm beyond excited - it means I will have someone IN REAL LIFE to talk to about yarn, crochet patterns, blankets and other pretty things. Everyone I know is slightly bemused by my interest in crochet and baking (in fact my sis has been ribbing me for being an old lady for yonks now) so I'm utterly thrilled she's going to give it a whirl. I have already mentioned several of your blogs to her so that she can get reading and inspired. She laughs at me for blogging, too. Wonder if she will be blogging herself this time next year?...
On Saturday afternoon, Andrew and I went to a posh country pub for an early dinner. There was lots of wine (for me, anyway) and I was zonked out on the sofa, probably dribbling, by 7pm. Classy. (My own sofa I mean, not one at the pub. That really would be shameful but alas not improbable where I am concerned, I absolutely cannot handle my booze. In fact one day, when I know you better, I will tell you the story about when I ended up bathing at the neighbour's house late one Friday evening after a particularly messy lunch in London. My most cringe-worthy memory to date.)
Sunday was spent reading (addicted to the Peter James 'Roy Grace' series), crocheting, eating pie, reading blogs and getting the washing out of the way. It finished up with a long dog walk and a glass of sherry. It really was lovely.
Before I go, I thought I'd tell you about one of my favourite candle brands: True Grace. I love scented candles but Miller Harris, Jo Malone and Costes candles are just too special (and expensive) for every day use. The True Grace candles aren't cheap (£20 each) but they are, in my opinion, easily comparable to the pricier types. The fig is my favourite. It smells divine and is perfect for Sunday evening sherries and sofa-surfing.
Four days til the weekend, kids!
PS Thank you so much for your supportive words about my scarf. I was so chuffed to get so many comments, I love reading your blogs and am thrilled you pop over to my little neck of the cyberwoods. Date for sleepover TBC. Ha!