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Ahoy there

   

From pirate puppets to pirate Gocco prints and then my first ever knitted garment other than a scarf. I am learning that knitting might not be my strong point - it is as wide as it is long and I am hoping it will be baggy on a 9 month old with long arms rather than cropped on a 12 month old with regular arms. I will persevere with the knitting.

 

After lunch.

Fun photos from Camilla Engman and it seems as though Rob Ryan is a mindreader. 

Liberty Fabrics

Liberty are having a spring clean. The only problem is that I am a Taurus and I fear change; especially when it involves two rooms of fabrics, yarns, buttons, embroideries, ribbons and sewing accessories being shoehorned into one tiny, dark area next to the toilets. Instead of two walls of fabrics proudly displayed under the fantastic natural light from the huge original glass ceiling, the entire collection is rammed into less than half of the original space, with no tables to lay out your fabrics for selection as all table tops are piled precariously with books and reels of ribbon. People make pilgrimmages all the way from Japan to the fabric department of Liberty - I have to make the arduous journey from Tooting - how nice to feel we are such valued customers.

 

At least some of the new collection of fabrics are up to scratch.

Snow

Today was magical. Instead of joining the moaning old whingers blabbing on about how useless we are in the UK, I would like to say well done those of you who made the most of the snow today. Of course the entire bus network in London shut down completely for the first time ever, along with all of the overground trains and most of the underground. Over 3000 schools were closed and neither the milkman, the postman nor the dustmen made it to our house. David said central London was deserted.

It was most uplifting though, watching grown ups skip past our house and hearing so much laughter throughout the day. My friend Emma phoned up her kids' school to tell them her children would not be attending today because they were going sledging - wouldn't we all love a mum so dedicated to the pursuit of joy? (The school told her they would be closed anyway).

I pulled on my moon boots and took a walk to Tooting common because I supposed there would be a parade of snowmen. I was not disappointed. With 8 inches of snow already settled and an ongoing flurry, there were not just snowmen, but snowmen with moustaches and entire families making them. People were smiling and talking to each other and taking photographs of strangers without stealing their cameras. I spoke to a lady who was filming her children climbing over a giant penis and we laughed as they asked her what it was - maybe something from the sea?

      

Makes me think if I like snow so much maybe I should go to Buffalo?