Partner and I are back from the wilds of Rural Derbyshire where we have been visiting my family.
|The genuine Bakewell Pudding is a bit of a shock if you're not used to it. I've existed solely on refined sugar since the middle of November so I'm fine|
|A cloud on a hill. It looks pretty now, imagine driving through it at midnight when your navigator's hyped up on Homity Pie|
|Look, I hadn't pulled it straight. I was knackered|
|Can ya tell what it is yet? It's a graphic equalizer!|
|Look how nice and soft it looks, like the ears of a friendly Husky|
|Socks to wear while feeding chickens or chasing Ginger Cat round the back of the radiator|
|Come on Kirstie Allsopp, let's see you make some mittens with gnomes on them, lady|
|With recycled buttons. Never let me see you throw away a button! Hoarders be damned!|
++ I made little food hampers with blackberry vodka, chutneys, coconut ice, and glittery fudge, which was useful, because when we were driving backwards and forwards Over The Wild Moor, I was reassured that if we broke down we would be able to survive for a week although we might have had a bit of a sugar rush and been quite drunk. But now we look ahead to 2012. What will it bring? (Apart from the credit card bill?). Will it bring crafting success, money, the ability to do a provisional cast on, the ability to thread my overlocker without tears and the aid of Pat from Sew Creative down the road? Or will it bring miles of black acrylic and despair? Which will it be?
Onwards, onwards into 2012, and let us find out!