I’m hoping that this little chap will keep the pesky slugs away from my delphiniums so that they are still in bloom for my charity Garden Open Day on 24 June.
With thanks, of course, to Jean Greenhowe for the pattern … and inspiration.
This year the Fenton Knitting Group will be celebrating its fourth anniversary. Our core membership continues strongly and we welcome every new knitter warmly.
Sitting round the table with friends over your knitting, crochet or sewing, drinking tea, eating cake and keeping up to date with local goings on – what’s not to love?
When I first moved back to Lincolnshire from Kent it was a wrench to leave my knitting group behind, but the joy of that group and the fond memories inspired me to start all over again. I’m so glad I did.
Thank you to the ladies of the Aylesford Knitting Group.
Different ladies, different projects, different kitchen – same table, same laughter, same joy!
With thanks to Gill and her kind donation of some lovely yarn, the ladies of the Fenton Knitting Group enjoyed another great wool swap this week.
In honour of Gill and her fundraising endeavours, we have donated our subs this week to her Justgiving page.
Don’t worry, B, we have saved some wool for you!
We also enjoyed a slice of Mr handmadebysoo’s birthday cake with our tea!
Just what the world needs – well, my small corner of Lincolnshire, anyway.
Having completed my original, appropriately stone-coloured version of the Lincoln Imp some time ago, thanks to the amazing pattern from The Old Toy Knitting Shop, I’ve now made a fluffy pink version, which sits on top of the hall cupboard.
You can read the story of my first attempt here.
As is so often the case on a Sunday evening here at The Barn, we were busily crafting, sitting at the table, engrossed, this time, in making burlap roses. But of course, whatever is going on at the table, there is always some knitting lying around, just waiting for busy hands to pick it up again.
So maybe Ailbe thought he could help. Sadly, his settery paws aren’t built for fine fibre work, especially when they’re tired, having spent the day carrying him for miles and miles and miles and miles along the beach at Sutton on Sea.
Ailbe got himself into a bit of a pickle with the wool – something of a cat’s cradle, you might say. He knows he’s not really supposed to ‘play’ with mummy’s knitting. He also knows that a lot of wriggling around will usually tend to make things worse. His tactic on this occasion was to lie quite still until somebody noticed that he needed unravelling!
I’m probably not even Fenton’s fastest knitter, so I definitely won’t be taking part in this competition, though I might secretly record my PB just to see how I measure up to the champion knitters. But what I may lack in speed I definitely make up in enthusiasm!
To try your hand(s) at being the fastest, follow this link for all the details of the UK Hand Knitting Association‘s competition. Or you can visit one of a number of fabulous stitchy events coming up around the country to take part.