Busy Weekend
Sometimes you just have to say what you think.
Even if you have to go all the way to Glasgow to do it. Because when you get there, you discover that you are not alone.
And all the way there and all the way back there is a chance to KNIT, so six hours of knitting later I have one and a half funky evening gloves.
So that was Saturday.
Today, I have had a shed clear out. Carolyn at Laughing Duck has been berating me about the term 'shed'. But if you look at the next few bizarre photographs you will see that it is very aptly named, for that is what it is - a shed.
I wanted to move all the old books out so that I have more room for fabric. The quickest route is as shown - up the ladder and in through window. This saves a long and cumbersome trudge through the house. But this method involved co-operation from the men of the house. Owen was one end of the human chain, I was the other and Geoff was in the middle. Poppy jumped out of the window to see what all the fuss was about.

Here you can clearly see that the place where I make Things is most definitely a shed. Sorry Carolyn, I could never call this a 'studio'. It is now a very tidy shed though. All these books have been stored somewhere else. I can't tell you where in case Martha is reading this.
Poppy gets into everything doesn't she!





























