Hellooooo, me again, the one who is obsessed with colour and yarn and blankets :)
I'm back after some precious time away from technology and have just this evening sat myself down in front of the computer again to catch up with emails. Lots of emails actually, thank you so so much for all your gladness and appreciation and shared happiness over my latest blankie. Such a joy to read all your words, they have streamed into the Attic this evening and wrapped themselves around me and made me feel more than a little bit emotional and grateful. Thank you very much for those words, they are hugely appreciated.
I/we are enjoying having Miss Harmony hanging around with us on the grey sofa, she has entered softly into family life and is already very well loved around here.
Every day I perform a private sort of blanket dance, a careful folding and draping ritual that only I personally feel the need to do. The rest of the family are wonderfully casual with all my blankets, using them, dragging them, piling them, pulling them hither and thither, tossing them from one piece of furniture to the next. It's not disrespect as such (although I do sometimes question this), but more about familiarity. Our many blankets have become a very familiar and ordinary part of daily family home life and I absolutely LOVE that this is the way it is with my creations. I often secretly hope (with a big squeeze of my heart) that my crochet blankets will form part of a happy, lasting memory of childhood for my Little People. Warmth and colour, happiness and love, right there in those stitches. Precious, but ordinary too, it's why I love making blankets so much.
So we were away last week, we hitched up our sweet old Connievan and pootled over to the west coast for a change of scene and some relaxed family time. It was a lovely break, lovely in it's simplicity, with four days and four nights giving us just enough time for togetherness.
We camped at Silverdale (on the border of Lancashire and Cumbria, at the top of Morecambe Bay and at the very bottom edge of The Lake District) - it is sooooooo beautiful there, a quiet, undiscovered gem of a place. Very soothing, peaceful and tranquil, with expansive vistas and wide open skies, a cloud-gazers paradise.
The pace was slow - we lounged about, we swam, we walked, we pootled, we picnicked. It was restorative and I enjoyed the break away very much. I'll show you some more pictures very soon (lots of sand and sky it seems) and tell you a little bit more of our Connievan adventures. She is a darling, honestly, caravanning makes me so happy!
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