I'm hoping Hugo can photograph me this weekend wearing the dress, so there is a reveal for next Tuesday's post. It's on a hanger, hanging in a prominent position rearing to be worn.
But I am busy knitting my Coraline Cardigan.
Every time I look at the blue and off-white stripes I'm knitting, and glance at the balls of yellowy alpaca yarn (to be used for the top smocked section of the cardigan), I can't help thinking of Cornishware china and custard.
It's led to me thinking about other things I'm nostalgic about.
Custard creams. Biscuits from my childhood. I remember breaking open the 'sandwich' of the buiscuit, and eating the filling first, followed by the two biscuits that encased the custardy filling. Now I eat them whole, I prefer them that way.
And Iced Gems. When we visited my Mum's parents, our Granny and Grandad, I remember the drawer in the cupboard in the kitchen, that housed the packet of Iced Gems. I thought of them as little magic biscuits. I still think of them as little magic biscuits that occupy a world where fairies exist.
Nowadays, in my adulthood, the things that bring me a feeling of contentedness are the Roses in the garden, especially the yellow Roses. Cutting them and bringing them into the house always feels like a special treat.
Opening a new bar of soap. A new bar of soap unwrapped is a lovely thing. It's so pure, fresh scented, soft, clean and crisp-edged. Especially a gift soap which comes in lovely paper.
Getting into a bed made with fresh sheets. Putting on clean pyjamas. Sinking a spoon into a newly opened yoghurt. The startling smell of newly cut grass. The soft fur on Douglas' (boy dog) tummy, kissing the doggies ears. Watching the twitches of doggy dreams. Sunny days with no wind. Yarn and fabric shops and all the excitement of choosing wool or fabric to make a garment. Hearing Hugo's voice when he returns from work. Being in the involved moment of work. Sitting in the garden drinking a glass of cold white wine.
I could go on and on.
(It's reassuring that there are many things I love and appreciate in my life).
I never knew you could grow Sweet Peas in hanging baskets, I thought they had to be planted so they could be trained up stakes, tall and gangly. Hanging basket Sweet peas are a great idea if outdoor space is limited, and you long to grow Sweet Peas.
You might want to know what the yarn I'm using is...........
The blue and white are Alpaca Baby DK, by UK Alpaca, colours Duck Egg and Natural Buttermilk (great names for the colours don't you think).
The custard colour is 100% Alpaca from Alpaca Select, colour 0102.
They're all from my stash, so not bought recently. I found the Alpaca Select website, and yarn that may be a newly packaged version of the Alpaca yarn I have. I can't guarantee that the colour Lemon I found on this page of their website is the exact same shade of yellow I am using.
That's the thing about using yarn from your stash, yarn colours, and even yarns themselves go out of fashion and become unavailable.
Well I think I might potter off and make myself a nostalgic but very real cup of Earl Grey tea. I suppose if I was to be properly nostalgic, I would make it with loose tea leaves, in a teapot, kept warm by a tea cosy. Once brewed it would then be poured into a china tea cup sitting on a matching saucer, and the milk (which would be decanted into a little jug), and stirred in with a tea spoon. Lovely, but too much washing up afterwards. I'm not a die hard nostalgic really, am I.
Have a good weekend, and for those of us experiencing the very British never-ending rain, let's hope the weather suddenly becomes very un-British, that is, very sunny and warm.