Hello...?

Yes, yes, I know, it’s been AGES! More than six months. I…I don’t know what to say, really. Except that life is busy, but most importantly, I think, this space here, my little home on the web, doesn’t really feel like my home anymore. Over the last couple of months – or I may say years – my interests have changed so much! Honestly, I look at the pictures of all my finished projects in my sidebar, and I can’t even imagine that I put all of that work into my stitching. How pathetic is that? I do still love to stitch, make no mistake, but my horizon has broadened, so to speak. It’s not the individual projects I go for these days, but colours and patterns and themes. Which means, basically, I do a lot of everything and never finish anything. Not that THAT’s news, but there you go.

So, what HAVE I been up to? Well, I’ve been making blankets. Of course. Because one can never have too many blankets.


Even though it is a million degrees outside, which means that it’s probably a million and ten degrees inside, I keep on hooking and knitting blankets, because before we know it Fall will be upon us, and I will actually have a use for all these woolly blankets and all will be right with the world. And until then, I keep making blankets and dream of better, cooler, cozier days, to be spent inside. Curled up under a blanket.

Ooh, and I’ve been crocheting owls, and a snake, too. More of that in a later post (Ha! Don’t go holding your breath now, ladies and gentlemen). Today though, I want to illustrate how I’ve gone completely overboard on the colour, pattern and theme thing. What did I do, I hear you ask? Well. I decorated my dark old bookcases with some pink flowery wallpaper. As you do when you’re up to your eyeballs in deadlines and school vacations (and, for your information, deadlines and school vacations do not a good combination make). Behold my newly decorated library!

before:

during:

after:

I don't think this ... erm... style of decorating even has a name, but I call it My Happy Days style. Next time (again, no holding of breaths please), I will explain where this came from. The monster doily draped over the sofa is probably an old tablecloth, crocheted by my Granny.

The beasties are fine and enjoying some lovely time doing yoga… (they're obviously yoga  newbies, which would explain Pipien's slightly worried look)


What? What're you looking at, you insolent human ? Let's see you try something like this...



My other beastie, the human one, well… let’s draw a veil over that subject. Or perhaps a warm woolly blanket. To keep him calm and rested.

Yours wholly woolly,

Annemarie.