Dynamic Duo

A reasonable shot of both my daughter’s dogs together looking the same way – they never usually stay still long enough for me to capture a clear image, but for once both dogs looked straight at me at exactly the same moment as I clicked the shutter – result! πŸ™‚

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Reasonable

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Pancakes

I made some lemon and raisin pancakes this afternoon – it’s been quite a while since I made pancakes so I was a bit flummoxed when it came to remembering the recipe, so it was a case of trial and error in getting the batter consistency right, then the pan temperature right, but I got there in the end and even though they don’t look the best they taste absolutely fine… πŸ™‚

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Flummoxed

Imperfect Witness

Twice in my life I’ve had to give a formal statement to the police about incidents that occurred while I was at work.

Neither incident involved me directly, but I was an external witness to them, and as such I was required by my employer to do my civic duty and help the police with collating all relevant information. The thing is, it’s surprisingly difficult to give a description of something (or someone) at a later date that you had no reason at the time to believe you would have to remember.

Because when something that seems to be a reasonably normal part of everyday life occurs in the course of a working day, when you are distracted and thinking about usual work-related stuff instead of – ‘Ooh, I’d better pay attention to every detail of everything that’s happening around me just in case an alleged crime happens’ – you simply don’t remember anything accurately because at the time there was no reason for you to make note of it in the first place.

And in your normal daily life, if you do notice something about someone or something while just going about your everyday business that you are able to describe, it’s usually because there’s a particular circumstance that captures your attention just at that moment – a specific event happens, a loud noise occurs, a moving colour or a shape catches your eye, something looks out of place or odd, you’re feeling ominous or afraid, or whatever.

In general it’s surprising just how oblivious to our surroundings we can be, though, as we sail through our lives engrossed in our own little internal worlds, focusing on a million things other than looking around and taking note of others and their actions in order to become the perfect witness should something untoward arise in the future… πŸ™‚

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Description

Third Time Lucky

I decided last month to start to make a new crochet blanket for our bed, as the multi-coloured zig-zag one I made for us while we were living in London doesn’t really work up here in Inverness where the everyday winter world is so much colder. So to begin with I slowly took the old one apart bit by bit, ripping it out one colour bock at a time, and thought a lot about how to make it up again thicker, warmer, bigger. Which of course means necessarily adding even more yarn, and making new decisions on overall colour scheme and pattern and size. Which with me tends to mean a frustrating process of trial and error until I get it all exactly as I want it…

I know there are many ‘proper’ pre-defined blanket patterns that would give me clear instructions on suitable yarn and suggested hook size and correct tension and suchlike but to be honest I’m more of an intuitive, making it up as I go along crocheter, depending on my mood at my given time – I’m not really into complex or complicated stitches and designs. I like to have a basic idea in my head, and just work it out as best I can as things unfold – for me, its as much about the creative journey as the destination. I realise it’s not the most efficient way to go, but at least my finished creations are always unique.

So just before the new year I finally made a start on putting all my thoughts together, deciding to make something more textured this time, using a variation on a simple popcorn stitch. I completed my long starting chain and began tentatively crocheting the first few rows, just enough to get a feel for how it might look on the bed. But when I laid it out over the duvet to see how it would sit I realised I actually wanted something a bit wider than I had first thought, something that would almost reach the floor this time, so I unravelled what I’d done and started again with a longer chain.

But sadly it seems I overcompensated, and my second effort – after more than a few rows completed this time – also found itself being unceremoniously unravelled and wound back into individual balls of yarn. This time it was just a little too wide, already skimming the floor without there being any room for adding a border. But at least I had completed enough to see I was going to be happy with the overall design and the planned flow of colours. If I’d thought I’d have taken a photo of the too-big version before I took it apart but no, it only crossed my mind after it was once more reduced to its component parts – oh well!

And so here I am beginning my crochet blanket all over again with an intermediate number of starting stitches, hopefully third time lucky. Once I know I’ve got the starting width right, and the texture of the pattern right, it’s just a case of constant repetition row after row, only changing colours as necessary until I’ve made the blanket as long as I want it. At that point I think I’ll create a small plain border just to pull it all together, and then I should be done!

I’m making my blanket with variations on a theme of rainbow colours, starting with a pinky-red and using a hefty dose of artistic license while working my way through the colour spectrum. No doubt I’ll share a few images of it as a work in progress, and of course show it in pride of place on the bed once it’s actually finished, but right now there’s not enough of anything much to show… Watch this space! πŸ™‚

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Exactly

Word of the Day Challenge: Repetition

JusJoJan: Solo

As a reserved introvert who enjoys her own company, and who has always needed precious time alone to find solace and recharge life’s drained batteries, I’ve always assumed I’d enjoy living solo but surprisingly here I am in my sixtieth year and my whole life has been spent living with other people.

First I lived with my parents, then moved straight from living at home to living with my husband when I first married at 18. By the time that marriage broke up when I was 24 I had my three young children with me, so although I lived for years as the only adult in the house, I realise it’s definitely not the same thing as living alone. And by the time my children were grown with lives of their own I was in another long-term relationship with my now husband, so one way or another I’ve always had other people to consider when it comes to how my home life pans out.

I find it hard to imagine living alone in my own space with only myself to please – when would I go to bed, or get up, if no-one else lived with me? How would I decorate my home – how would I choose my home if it was to be for one person only? But then I wonder, would I feel lonely living on my own, would I miss having other people around? Would I actively socialise more? I think the answer is ‘probably’…

Fandango’s One Word Challenge: Reserved

JusJoJan: Solo