I'm Your Witch Hooker

Don't bother googling my blog title. The results are surprisingly disappointing. Before you click the 'un-follow this blog' button, have a look at the following picture before you jump to any conclusions. This is what makes me a witchy hooker: You see, I've been dipping my toe in witchy waters for a good while now, and I find them remarkably soothing and cleansing. Balmy. Invigorating. Witchcraft is what I've been studying these last couple of months and witchcraft is what's keeping me away from blogging and blog reading. As you all know, I've experimented with dyeing my own fabric using herbs and spices, and slowly but surely I've expanded my witchy ways to other areas (most of which I won't bother you with). So here you see the ingredients for some lovely tea (great for colds and coughs. And boy, did that come in handy in this household!); a tincture of common chickweed for sensitive skin, to put in the bath water, and a balm to put on sunburnt or itchy skin, containing common chickweed, nettle and lavender. Looks rather impressive, doesn't it?

Anyway, enough of the witchy stuff. I hope I haven't scared anyone away. Really, it's not my intention to dwell on this on my blog, but since many people share at least a tiny bit of their religious views on their blogs, I thought I'd share my way of life with you all, just this once.

And now for the part you've all been waiting for: the hooker side of me. I needed something simple to do, after my stitching mojo fled the scene and my knitting mojo received a severe blow after a nasty encounter with a fair isle sock. And what is simpler than hooking? Nothing, honeybuns. Absolutely nothing. Well, breathing. Possibly. Except when you have the 'flu, because breathing isn't all that easy when you have the 'flu.

Whey-hey, look at this!!! Sixty-four squares done, and the end is not in sight yet! And a new start:

I had a sudden urge for sweet spring-like pastel colours. It looks like a delicious ice cream cone, doesn't it? Well, I think so anyway... But what about my orts jar? Because that is why you're all here, isn't it? My TuSal update! Right? Right. Honestly, I don't know where these orts came from, because I can't remember having done any stitching at all. Maybe Pelle...? If I fill the orts jar with hooky orts, though, my TuSal update is the most impressive one to date! As well as the most colourful and fulfilling one :o)

I do believe I feel a tiny little stitching bug crawling up my body. Now if only it could settle in my heart or my brain (or whichever body part your stitching mojo starts), we may see some stitching in the near future.

There is a Dutch saying. 'To be long of fabric', and it means 'long-winded'. I think it applies to this blog post. My apologies, dear readers, but that's what you get when you only update your blog once a month. Sigh... must do something about that...
Yours witchily,
Annemarie.