I have said before that it has been a little too hot to knit in this heatwave. Luckily I have no deadlines for my plethora of WIPs or else I’d be in trouble. I have been able to progress a little on my sewing project – mid afternoon the workspace in my dining room is cool – so I have been taking up residence there and working on my quilt top. It’s been a pleasure to play fabric piecing. I won’t lie that it is working perfectly, there will be a few wiggles in the finished quilt and a lot of adjustments along the way. I know the theory that cutting accurately is the essential part of quilt making – read this again – IN THEORY (!)
For me, the coast is always an attraction come rain or shine, however in this constant heat it is more so. I fitted in a little seaside trip. A little bit of Hastings consoles my soul, for the vista and also the memories of living here as a child. I often wonder why I ‘landed’ inland and how long I can remain here.
Right this minute I am wondering if I chose blue quilt pieces as they remind me of the sea and the sky. Here are the cliffs and the beach at Rock a Nore and looking around the headland towards Fairlight (there used to be a nudist beach around the headland, not sure if there still is!)
What makes us choose the colours we work with? Anyone have stories about just that?
Working towards the end of the first month of the year I am happy to report that I am still enthusiastic about my Enthusiasms for 2018 (aka Resolutions to some people).
Last week I rediscovered parts of a summer cotton top in my craft room. Thinking why I may have put it aside I am guessing reasons – got bored with it/was keen to start something new/change of season. I discounted ‘gone wrong’ as I still could work out where I was in the pattern, notes and needles were all there. I had the two fronts, two thirds of the back – so near, yet so far from completion! So it’s take a few knitting sessions and two turns at picking up stitches on the neck (167sts!). I love working with this cotton too, King Cole Cotton Soft DK. Still kicking myself for being a serial starter over the last few years!!!
Updating of 2018 Enthusiams: diet on track, wip counted as ‘sorting out craft stuff, slow progress on job/career/bucketlist, a little better on household finance decisions. Roll on February and more progress.
Further to some Mindfulness reading this week, I have been taking the time to appreciate the things and people around me. A little ‘therapy’ like this could do many people a lot of good. Have visited two friends this week, one not seen in several years. Both times we had quality time, put some of the world to rights, had a giggle and promised not to leave it so long until the next time. I had been missing a trip to the see the sea and one trip visited windy and raining Hastings – seeing the waves crashing and bashing onto the beach was pretty amazing, watching only briefly before diving into the pub for lunch! Photos just did not come out well – so nothing to share, so sorry! Pub – amazing food – oh my – The Crown, All Saints Street! http://www.thecrownhastings.co.uk/
I also made a point of telling someone very special how much I love them. Now that’s something we are often not so good at. Currently feeling warm and glowing, I’d recommend it.
Yesterday we took a trip to the seaside. It was chilly with blue skies, so wrapped up warm in a handknitted hat and scarf (of course!) we took a stroll along the prom before visiting family. I am so lucky to have connections still to my home town. For those who don’t know, Hastings is a town in East Sussex, on the South East Coast of the UK. It is where William the Conqueror is commemorated for winning the Battle of Hastings in 1066 (though oddly enough it is little known that he technically won the battle in Battle, a village slightly inland!)
Here’s a snippet of what we saw!
The Landing is a sculpture rising out of the shingle, like a Norman longboat, erected to commemorate the 950th anniversary of the Battle of Hastings.
It is majestic and mystical, not enough has been said about such a wonderful piece of art. It is about midway along the seafront, opposite Denmark Place. It is tasteful and accessible and I absolutely love it!
You can read more here, a snapshot of the original unveiling as reported in a local Hastings Newspaper last year.
If you are ever down that way go and take a peek. And whilst you are there no visit would be without a visit to HASTINGS PIER.
When the pier burned down in 2010 (suspected arson after a long battle to save a failing structure from the 1880’s) I was so sad. Now highly excited to see the rebuilt pier has won The Stirling Prize for Best New Building recently !!! As reported in The Telegraph
*Pier photos not mine, taken from other online articles
I haven’t blogged for a while… oops …. Life, eh?! New job and all the stresses so far …
My knitting has come to a halt. My sewing has come to a halt. I am going great guns with a little crochet at the moment though. I think it was the need for something portable that fuelled this and last weeks granny square frenzy. I was wondering just what to take whilst travelling on the bus and train recently. I have a purple cardigan on knitting pins which kind of called out to me but I decided it was just too bulky to carry every day. I’d gotten to the sewing up stage and I know that is something I can never contemplate whilst travelling! Sewing is probably the worst part of knitting to me. I put it off time and time again!
A ‘lifetime’ ago I used to have a daily commute of 90mins and I went through a phase of enjoying hand quilting. I remember the pile of hexagons in my bag, on my lap, falling on the floor, the hunt for the missing sewing needle ….. I must have been a nightmare fellow traveler but in the bliss of youth didn’t give it a second thought! Then I moved onto knitting (hurrah), resurrecting a craft I had neglected for years. It was so fab for me – all that time just sitting in one place – happily knitting away – chatting to friends around me (I was one of those who commuted the same long distance regularly, collecting fellow commuters as friends along the way – oh it was a ball some mornings! I even gained a boyfriend on this journey, years before I was married of course! He and hubby are not one and the same, thank goodness.) The knitting was definitely more successful, though the occasional dropped knitting needle was a real ache! Of course, the days the needles went were those when I was sat next to strangers, those usually grumpy middle aged men in suits who were not impressed to be asked to stand up whilst I rooted inbetween our seat cushions! As I said, I was probably not a great fellow passenger then but didn’t realize it. I apologise if you were one of those asked to move on the 06.37 Hastings to Cannon Street train in the early 1990’s.
So, recent train journeys are much shorter and so far I have not made ‘friends’ with others, but I have noticed some surreptitious glances my way – whether this is wonder or horror at what I am doing I have yet to work out. Sharing this with my teenage son he reckons it was horror, but then he reckons his mum is just not ‘normal’, ha ha. I shall not change who I am, I love living in a woolly place and to sit idle is just not ‘me’.
A pile of granny squares in the pic … this is just the beginning.