Oh I’ve forgotten this WIP

Back in the beginning of my crochet I started an Afghan blanket using the Tunisian crochet method and was excited about my newly learned skill. The plan was to create a huge Afghan in one continuous piece, turning the corners as it grew and changing colour.

Unfortunately I got bored with it, there were so many amazing patterns and yarns out there I wanted to do them all!
Well now I have restarted it, albeit as a Pram Blanket (much smaller) and a WIP to take with me an do in places.
The problem with leaving a WIP for so long, especially this one, is trying to remember how to do it! I stopped on a corner, or half a corner, I had decreased the rows so that I had the 45 degree angle and a nice point, I was to then reproduce the same in the other direction but increasing and joining onto the previous side, but could I remember how to do it! Three frogging episodes later I finally figured it out, and I’m now half way up the last edge, nearly finished. The Motto of this story is, don’t leave your WIPS too long, and write stuff down, even if it seems obvious at the time!



Delayed Wedding Gift

Well, the much anticipated wedding was yesterday, and I’m disappointed that I never finished the gift in time. It is however still high on my WIP list and will be finished soon, packaged well and sent to their new home. I suppose, in a way, it was good that I didn’t finish it because the train journey from Blackpool in Lancashire to Beeston in Nottinghamshire was quite horrendous.
Our first leg of the journey was a two minute walk from home to the tram, not an ordeal you would think but the tram runs along the front and at 6:30am it’s very wet and windy, and if the sea is out the wind blows sand onto the front so it’s like being sandblasted.
The tram took us to Blackpool North for our first train to Manchester Oxford Street, from where we were to catch our second train to Manchester Piccadilly, however there was a points failure and we were at a standstill in Salford in a queue of trains waiting to clear the fault, at this rate we would miss our train from Piccadilly! We got to Oxford Road, our next train would be just as delayed, so we decided to leg it across Manchester City Centre to get to Piccadilly.
Now I need to explain this, my lovely wife wanted to look her best for the wedding, of course, so she was wearing her shiny high heals, despite the fact that she could hardly walk in them. So, for my wife, a barefoot sprint across the city, which at the start she stumbled and hurt her ankle, on a cold and wet November morning, but we made it to Piccadilly in time for our train to Sheffield. This journey was uneventful until we got to Sheffield to find that our third/fourth train to Derby was delayed by 20 minutes, this would cause us to miss our last connection to Beeston! Panic ensued, there was another train that went to Derby but would leave us 1 minute to get across platforms, if it was on time! We decided to wait for our train, and that if we missed our connection we would get the next one to Beeston just to turn up at the end of the wedding, wish the couple our best, and come home.
Our luck was in, we pulled into Derby to find that because so many people on our train needed connecting trains they had held all trains in Derby for a couple of minutes, so we literally set foot on our train as the whistle blew!
We made it to Beeston, walked the mile to the Church, and witnessed a wonderfully sweet wedding of two charming people and good friends who. We’ve missed dearly. God bless John and Pui Hepplewhite, I pray your marriage will be as loving and fulfilling as mine.
On a note, we though we might have been the ones who travelled the furthest for this wedding, however it soon became apparent that Pui’s parents and family had come from China, not only that her friend had come from New Zealand! This was one well attended International Wedding.

Pleasure or Pain!

I have now been working on a giant afghan bedspread for nearly two weeks, and the wedding for which it’s intended as a present is on this coming Monday! I have thirty rows left to do, THIRTY, and it’s Friday. That’s 15 rows in the next two days, including the edging, you wouldn’t think it much to do until you realise it’s 7ft wide. Oh well, on with the hooking…

Christmas Wreath

I wish that I could claim some credit for this amazing wreath, but I can’t, it’s all the work of my loving wife. It’s only taken her two days to complete it, she couldn’t stop, and she enjoyed doing it so much she wants to make another!



Does anyone else have a small helping hand that really isn’t as much help as they make out? Mine have a fetish for wool, furry things and odd places to sleep, and also enjoys a play fight which he usually starts. Oh, and he’s a cat, and his name is Ozzymandious King of the Sea! In this shot we stopped mid fight for a photo opportunity.


We have another cat, the twin brother of Ozzymandious, called Utred Lord of Bebbenburgh, everyone calls him Tiggy though. Here he is, in a sandwich box!


Our third feline is definitely the Queen of the house, she even orders us humans around with her extensive range of expressive miaows, snarls and hisses! This is Jasminda Queen of all Kandahar, wearing a hat.