Welcome to my blog. That sounds weird, my blog. Before I’ve always borrowed my daughter’s blog, and she said my posts got lots of views, and I should think about getting a blog for myself. I didn’t really post much, I just liked sharing my knitting with the world, I’ve been meaning to write more about things I sew and crochet too. I love making clothing, I’ve been doing it for years, I first started when I was a five year old in the early 1960’s. I like baking too, I say baking because for me cooking is the essential chore, baking is being creative and greedy, making treats. I don’t mind cooking, but it gets tedious.
These days I mainly knit for my younger grandson, I call him Sandy. He’s nearly a year old, so still small and quick to knit for. I make cardigans, jumpers, blankets, hats and the occasional toy too. I don’t crochet much for him because it just seems a bit girly. I sew a lot for him too, when he started teething my daughter, Andi, and I made all of his bibs. I make him little dungarees too, and I make a few odds and sods for around the house, cloth wipes, aprons, and things for my son too. I used to sew much more, but these days it’s more expensive, back in the 70’s it was much cheaper.
I guess I should explain some things about me, and who I am, rather than just what I like to do. I’m in my 50’s, when you get this old that’s a close enough age. I have a 20 year old daughter whose blog is http://sexfruit-sexfruit.blogspot.com/ she writes about being a single mum in France, and crafting, and breastfeeding. She uses her blog to voice her opinions and defend her choices. My son is 14, his blog is confessionsofateenagegameaddict.blogspot.com he complains about babies, cacti, and many other things. He just writes about being a typical teenager in the UK.
My late husband was a Scottish astronomer, that was how we met. We got married not long after, then a few years after that decided to start off a one child family. It was great, nice and calm, especially the weekends. Well five years after that there was a surprise baby, and things were still lovely. Two kids was a blessing, and we thought we were happy with one, but really the two made things better. But sadly around 20 years after getting married my husband died from a three year battle with cancer, and after that things have never been the same. We miss his humor, he was very dry and sarcastic, but funny.
Before that I was raised alone by my mum, she was from London, we’ve gradually drifted further south, I’ve lived in a few places over the years, Guildford was good, Brighton was amazing, Portsmouth was okay, and here? Well, it’s just boring. I’m tempted to go join Andi in Paris, but I’ve got a few years left before retiring.
Anyway, I think that explains enough about my blog and myself for now, welcome and enjoy reading.