Looking out from my craft room window I see the meadow and trees in misty rain. The colours diffused by the rain and showing the soft shades I love. The shades that always call me on any yarn chart. Heather, moss, earth, woodland. All evocative of this place at this time. I'm finishing off hats and a bag prior to felting them. I'll hopefully have pictures in a couple of days. The old faithful Noro Kureyon mainly with a little colinette chrysalis I think? thrown in. The yarns for the earth throw or shawl are gathering apace. I have a basket with them in and occasionally add or take away one as I pass. Its gestation time , a time to find the right colours for this longer term project. No rush, no fuss. Just a ball or skein here and there. The colours look great, just like the view now.
Scotland is lovely, the pace of life much slower and more relaxed. I don't seem to have the same urgency to go out, do something, anything. Currently I'm almost never up til after 9am, but you know what? I'm not worried. I know this illness of mine goes in cycles and the present cycle is pain all the way. but what of it? I can't make myself better, no one can so I'm trying to let it slide over my head as much as I can. So what if I can only do a few steps without stopping, it gives me chance to see the birds, hear the sounds of the red kites overhead calling. So it isn't wasted time is it?We have done a little exploring , last week we visited the Gatehouse of Fleet and Kirkcudbright. The journey across the moors was great, we could see for miles as we drove and barely saw another car til we reached Gatehouse. Sunday we went to Moniaive and same again moors all the way and not a car. Its almost like we have the country to ourselves. Moniaive was a very picturesque village. A wonderful cafe there with the most amazing menu, all home made. If you are ever that way go visit the Green Tea House, you won't be disappointed. Apart from the good food there is a good range of local crafts to see including knitted items.
Well off to eat sirloin stri[ps cooked with limes, garlic, peppers, mushrooms and fresh rosemary. Talk later
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Hi Amber.
New yarn on its way to you, I hope it might fit into your plans for the shawl. your Skeinpal.
Amber it sounds as thought you have come 'Home'. Everytime we go to Scotland I kind of feel different. And by the time we pass through Glen Coe I have forgotten all my troubles.
I was just going to type the same as Silvia - you've come home. You sound much happier and relaxed. xx
Hi,
Thanks so much for your lovely comment on my blog!
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Oh I envy you I just love Scotland and for me its the west coast up past Ullapool and on to Cape Wrath or the Isle of Skye, would love to move up there. I too find the colours around inspire me and we had wonderful sunsets last time we were up (May) and when we were there I made a cardigan in Giotto in shades of purple /blues.pinks .Also made a shawl with a mix of green colours that said 'Spring'with its play of sunlight/shade. I would love to move up there,mind can't complain I live in lovely Snowdonia
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