Lady beSottied (that’s me, I’ve decided) has had a hard time settling down to do anything of late. Very little progress made knitting-wise, blog-wise, haircut-wise et cetera. I’ve clicketty-clacked my way through a few rows of spare stash yarn on fat needles - because sometimes I just feel like knitting a little square - but nothing fantastic has found its way onto (or off) my needles this week.
I did have a little jaunt to Newcastle on Sunday though, with Mr Neil. And I bought very little, frugal as I’m being. Just three metres of fabric: one metre each of three different Amy Butler fabrics, to be precise. A few years ago, I made myself an Amy Butler Swing Bag. I made one for a friend’s birthday, too. Though I find sewing much harder than knitting (plus all that getting up and down to and from the sewing machine, ironing board, table (for cutting)) I quite had the urge to get the good ol’ sewing machine out and whizz something up. The Swing Bag uses three fabrics - one for the outside, one for the inside (it’s reversible) and one for a nice big flouncy bow on the side. And since John Lewis recently started to stock Amy Butler patterns and fabrics, I thought it would be rude to go past and not pick something up.
Unfortunately, I’ve just had a rummage for said pattern and, though I can find the paper pattern pieces, the pattern instructions aren’t with them. Hmm. I’m sure I won’t have thrown them away. Not 100% sure, but quite sure. Well, not sure at all really, I hope I haven’t thrown them away, anyway. I’ll have to go and have another rummage once I’ve eaten something.
I have been exercising a fair bit, now that I think about it. I’ve even broken out the hoola hoop, and managed to get out on my bike now that the snow has finally almost completely melted. I just went for a quick pedal, to make sure that I’d put my rear wheel back on properly after fixing my latest puncture. I must’ve done, because I didn’t fall off and knock out all my teeth on the tarmac. Job well done on the bike maintenance front!
And now I’ll have to excuse myself. Laura is popping round in a while and I’ll have to cook myself up a treat before she arrives. We’re going to be super active and walk from my house to the pub for a drink and back. The only downside to that is when it’s cold and dark and horrible outside, an icy cold Diet Coke doesn’t quite hit the spot when you’ve walked three miles. Is it too late to get the mulled wine out??
Happy Monday to one and all!
[...] type of mood I’m in, I daren’t get started on the Amy Butler bag I mentioned in my last post: the cut pieces of fabric will just end up languishing, lovely and unloved, in a creased John Lewis [...]