On Sunday morning, I woke with the alarm at 6.45am. (I like to set the alarm early at the weekends, otherwise you don't get the full benefit of a lie in, do you?) About 7.30 I made myself a cup of tea, and went back to bed and drank it whilst flicking through a Grazia magazine. Not my magazine of choice, it's full of young skinny B- list celebrities. But some of the fashion pages are interesting, including a section on stylish young women that they've stopped in the street and photographed. I thought that maybe I should try and be a bit more stylish, (not to find myself stopped in the street, you understand) so after my shower, I had a play with some make up, and a little try-on session from my wardrobe.
Fast forward about half an hour, and I was bored with that, so decided to get some fresh air and a bit of exercise. No real point in a walk without a dog, so I texted my friend's daughter and arranged to collect her dog, Trixie. I got dressed in normal dog-walking gear - jeans, anorak and walking boots and went to fetch her. I thought my friend's daughter looked slightly taken aback but didn't think anything of it, until about half way round my walk, it occurred to me that I was wearing scruffy walking gear, but fully made up, complete with bright pink lipstick. The other dog walkers must have thought that I was either .....
a) the most stylish dog walker out this morning, or b) some mad old woman who's only outings in life are a muddy stroll round Waterford marshes. Never mind - as they say, 'barmy is in the eye of the beholder'.
Talking of which, I've made two hats this week. One is a knitted one with flaps. I've always thought they looked a bit daft, but with the recent cold snap (and another one promised_ they seem practical for keeping your ears warm. So, I found a pattern, and some recycled yarn from a jumper I'd unravelled and reknitted, that was about the right 'consistency', and I knitted it. See, I'm keeping to the 'buy less, make more' resolution. And here it is - no tittering at the back, please.....
Not deterred, 'cos I know that knitting shrinks a lot when felted, I put it through the washing machine at 40 degrees. Although it had shrunk and bit and started felting, it still needed a bit more, so I re-did it, this time at 60, which definitely did the job. I haven't got a hat block, which is why Friday night found me watching the double episode of the new series of 'LOST' wearing a damp felt hat. Well, it can't all be party, party, party.
I left it to dry overnight on an upturned wooden bowl that my dad made, perched on top of a glass vase, and by the morning it was perfect.
And on a final note - these have probably been there for days, but isn't it lovely when you wander down the garden with the recycling, and notice snowdrops for the first time this year.