15 February 2011
I'm daydreaming about sewing again one day.
I'm perusing some new (to me) Japanese sewing books from Tessuti.
I'm enhancing the craft fabric stash with some bits and pieces from talented local indie designers.
I'm plotting to establish a temporary sewing station somewhere in the house that isn't occupied by a sleeping baby.
I'm trying to be project monogamous with my knitting in the meantime.
I'm enjoying knitting away on Hari.
I'm looking forward to casting on a February Baby Sweater (hopefully in February).
I'm marvelling at how quickly the second child grows, and wondering if she'll fit it.
I've read Knitters Almanac cover to cover in a day or so (having mastered the art of perusing a book whilst breast feeding. No Tania, I still haven't figured out how to knit whilst breast feeding).
I've been thinking that Elizabeth Zimmerman would have been a fantastic blogger (Knitters Almanac is a really good read and definitely left me wanting to read more).
I'm enjoying conversations with friends, and connecting with new friends here and there.
And I'm enjoying the unexpected harvest of others' hard work, and marvelling at the brilliance of nature:
Bees that had established a hive in my parents garden were flushed out of their cosy in-ground home by an immense deluge last week. Apiarists wouldn't take the swarm because the hive location was too difficult, so the only other option was to bring in the pest exterminators, which would have rendered the honey inedible. But thanks to the rain that flooded the garden and hive, they were able to remove all the honeycomb, crush and drain it, strain and then heat treat the honey. About a litre of amazingly fragrant honey was harvested, and is being saved for special floral honey moments. Maybe I should investigate home made crumpets to go with it...