False Spring

I think we have experienced all the weather over the last week, except perhaps snow. With two big storms here, we've had rain, hail, sun, cloud and exceptionally high winds, and it's often felt very cold. It seems like February and March got their weather mixed up - remember those few days at the end of February when it was positively balmy? I'm looking forward to the weather settling down a bit so I can peg out the washing without fearing that it will all blow away.

The garden feels like it wakes up a little more every day and over the last week suddenly more daffodils and tete-a-tetes have popped up, hyacinths and muscari too, and the tulips are a few weeks from opening. The euphorbia flowers are suddenly bright greeny-yellow, gorgeous against their dark blue-green leaves, and I even noticed the shy beginning of some rhubarb. 

Thank you for your kind comments on my recent sewing and crochet projects. I know that I need to get my sewing machine out more often, I actually surprise myself by how much I enjoy it when I do. I've really been enjoying this year's Great British Sewing Bee, anyone else? Especially the last episode on reusing and repurposing old fabric and clothes. Things are pretty quiet on the crochet front here apart from a few face cloths, but I've just downloaded three patterns and ordered a lot of yarn, so I'll show you those soon.

We've been cooking a lot. Angus really enjoys baking at the moment and helped me make peanut butter and chocolate cookies last weekend. We made thirty, and I had to freeze half as there were so many. Bella is becoming increasingly independent in the kitchen and her latest thing is to make the Saturday morning pancakes for us, which of course I absolutely encourage. I'd like her to start cooking a meal one night a week, something straightforward. I want to teach her that cooking is more than just making the fun stuff, like pancakes and cupcakes, but actually getting the dinner on the table too. She is a pretty mature and independent twelve and a quarter year old, and I think she'd be more than capable, but wasn't sure what recipes to start with. I wondered if any of you lovely readers have teens or pre-teens who cook, and if you could recommend any recipes or recipe books? Thank you.

Blankets and baskets

Hello! Everyone ok? I hope you've all had a good weekend. Ours has gone in a blink, I honestly don't know where the last 48 hours went. I feel like I spent most of it cooking or doing washing, which can't be true. I'm sure I slept. Thank you so much for your comments on my last post. I really enjoyed thinking about how time passes on a usual Saturday in our house, and it definitely made me more mindful and present than I normally would be.

Today, I have a few finished projects to share with you. First, the rather beautiful super chunky rainbow blanket, by Lindsay Newns at her blog Lottie and Albert, This blanket has proved popular on social media because it's gorgeous, fast to work up and inexpensive to make. The idea is to use six strands of DK yarn and a 20 mm hook. to create chunky, squishy rows of crochet. 

You begin by winding your six balls of yarn into one huge ball, which you work from, rather than having six bobbing about by your feet, getting all tangled up. 

Then it's just a case of working out how large you want your blanket to be and buying the required amount of yarn. I used twelve balls together to make a blanket that is 70 cm wide by 230 cm long. I deliberately wanted it long and skinny, so that I could use it as a blanket on the sofa, or to throw over the foot of our bed. 

For the six-stranded length of yarn, I used Stylecraft Special DK in the following colours: two strands of Grey and one each of Black, White, Mustard and Raspberry.

The pattern suggested decorating the blanket with pompoms, but I felt these might be a little too tempting to the whippet, so made tassels. I bought a third ball of DK yarn in Grey and made fifteen each for either end of the blanket. 

A bit of an afterthought, those tassels are actually my favourite part now. I was a bit worried about the darkness of the colour combination of the yarn at the start of this project, but now that it's all finished I'm glad I didn't go paler. It's incredibly soft and squishy and has quickly become a sofa favourite. 

Last weekend I got around to doing something I have been meaning to do for about four months - make a fabric liner for our black wire log basket. Unlined, bits of wood are constantly falling out through the gaps of the basket, creating loads of extra mess to be vacuumed up every day, and I have enough of that already. We've been using an old pillowcase safety-pinned to the basket all through the winter as a stop gap, but it just looked so sad and ridiculous that I finally made a liner. As always with my sewing machine, I need to build up to using it, mentally clearing my head as I physically clear the kitchen table. I measured the circumference of the basket top and bottom, and the height, then worked out a pattern in my head including a seam allowance. Miraculously it fitted, and I sewed on some black grosgrain handles to hold it in place.

Because I always do these sorts of things in a rushed, half thought out fashion, I had bought much too much of the linen-cotton blend fabric and there was plenty enough leftover to make a couple of simple pillow-back cushion covers.

The fabric wasn't cheap, but I will always happily pay more for natural fibres over man-made, and I needed the durability linen would provide to this fabric to prevent a sharp piece of wood tearing the liner. It also makes the perfect cushion cover: soft, practical, washable, and the linen giving it that beautifully rumpled look when it's creased.

And look how well they work together! I didn't really think about how they would match - I never think about how anything will match, but just go with it - but the cushions and blanket are firm friends already. 

A Saturday

It's been a while since I did one of these posts, just documenting a normal Saturday in our house but with a camera in my hand, taking a photo every hour, give or take.

8.00 am

The day starts slowly and quietly because Bella and Angus slept over at my sister's house the night before, as John and I went out with some friends. I take a cup of tea back to bed and read my current book for a while, which I highly recommend by the way.

While I am downstairs making tea, someone hops up into my side of the bed.

9.00 am

With no children to pester for our usual pancakes, breakfast is a quiet affair of coffee, grapefruit and scrambled eggs. All that is missing is the weekend papers.

10.00 am
I always do a lot of washing on a Saturday. I put a load on most days, but on Saturday I do three or four, making sure all the school uniform is clean for the following week. Sunday usually involves a lot of ironing.

11.00 am and 12.00 pm
We pick up the children and go on to do some shopping and errands, the usual amount for a Saturday as there is little time to do this kind of non-urgent shopping after work on weekdays. Angus has just joined Cubs so we go to buy the required jumper, pop into Waitrose for some bits for dinner and a few Creme Eggs which somehow fall in the basket, top up Bella's mobile phone in the phone shop and stop off in Boots for the kind of lip balm and body lotion I like which Lidl doesn't sell. The car is parked opposite Hobbycraft so I call in and pick up some cream cotton yarn for dishcloths and some grey acrylic  DK to finish a blanket I have been making. While I am in there, John and the kids go into the pet shop next door and buy Ziggy a bone. Finally, I call into Next to pick out a sweatshirt for my nieces's upcoming eleventh birthday. Bella helps me choose the grey rainbow one while John and Angus moan that we've been in the shop for at least an hour. (It was in fact under ten minutes.)

1.00 pm 
Angus just moved up a level in his weekly swimming lessons. It has been a long time coming and so his treat was lunch out at a place of his choice and so naturally, since he is a nine year old boy, he chose Burger King. 

2.00 pm
Home, and the next hour flashes by in a mixture of domestic pottering and life admin. I put the shopping away, tidy up a bit, water the plants.

After pegging out the next load of washing, I wander around the garden a little, noticing how much colour has popped up over the last week. 

I move a pot full of hyacinths from the back garden to the front step, so I can see it more often. I sort through post, pay bills and go through the pile of receipts that has accumulated in my purse. In a fit of organisational planning that is most unlike me, I wrap my neice's gift, write her card and put both to one side ready for her birthday, then feel inordinately pleased with myself for not leaving both until the last minute as I usually do.

3.00 pm
John takes the dog out for a walk, Angus is playing out on his bike with some school friends who live on our road and Bella is doing homework in her room. I bake cookies, one batch of chocolate chip and one of oatmeal and raisin. 

4.00 pm and 5.00 pm
I have a cup of tea, Radio 4 is on and I am sitting at the kitchen table. I decide to get out the sewing machine and do something I've been meaning to do for months, make a proper fabric liner for our log basket to stop the bits of wood going all over the floor. I bought too much, and I sew two quick cushion covers with the leftover fabric.

6.00 pm
It's time to start thinking about dinner. John is going out with some colleagues so it's just the three of us. I make pizza, a Saturday night staple: Hawaiian for the kids, tuna, red onion and sweetcorn for me.

7.00 pm
Another hour that gets lost to tidying and jobs. I clean up the kitchen, fold the washing, tidy up (again), quickly vacuum, start hustling the kids towards bed.

8.00 pm, 9.00 pm, 10.00 pm
With John out, I have full control of the television and so I watch Midsummer Murders while making thirty woolen tassels to finish my blanket. Neither the programme nor the craft require any concentration from me which is perfect.

Ziggy keeps me company, only semi-relaxed tonight as he has one ear open for John's return and his ears prick up at the sound of every car door.

I get up to make a cup of tea and come back to find I've lost my seat. I stay up later than I should, engrossed in finishing my blanket and enjoying the solitude.

And that is one normal, mundane Saturday in our house. Not especially busy actually, that was a quiet one, and all the nicer for it.