For those of us in chillier climes, just the word "blanket" has comforting connotations.
Snuggly and buggly, cuddly, bundled up, cosy, warm, fire glow, hot tea in a mug. Such nice warm things to warm the cockles of our hearts, and make us glad.
Last night my curiosity got the better of me, and I started to join some together. I wanted to see how they'd look.
I know they're not perfect.
This is because I've used different makes of 4-ply yarns to knit with, and every yarn company seems to have a different idea of how bulky 4-ply yarn should be. (I could now tell you who does a thick 4-ply, and who does a very thin 4-ply). So the diamonds are varying slightly in size, which makes it difficult to sew them together.
But never mind, I'm telling myself it has a quirky charm.
I've also moved on from the idea of using bits-n-bobs of yarn left over from other projects, to actually buying balls of 4-ply for this project, as I didn't have enough 4-ply left-overs.
And as I've progressed with these diamonds, I've had a nagging thought that just won't go away.
This would make a great blanket.
It was going to be a scarf, but now I can't leave the thought of a blanket alone. I'm finding it difficult to shake off this thought, even when I think of just how much work would be involved in making a blanket for a ............ king size bed.
I'm probably mad.
Maybe I shouldn't commit to anything at this stage, just carry on till I get too sick and tired of knitting tiny diamonds, and joining them together.
I've also been enjoying reading these books I bought from our wonderful local second-hand book shop. I was seduced by the covers, I have to admit (sheepishly), but have enjoyed reading them enormously. I'm just about to start on 'The Dean's Watch' by Elizabeth Goudge, after finishing the book of short stories by Georgette Hayer, 'Pistols for Two', and 'Peridot Flight' by Doris Leslie. I never thought I'd be in to reading historical romances, but there we are, I seem to have developed an appetite for a relaxing easy read, where women seemed to be rescued from various plights by handsome and extremely wealthy men. That's more Georgette Hayer's plot lines. 'Peridot Flight' has a very plucky heroine, and the subject of women's lib is touched upon, and Peridot (such a great name) finishes the book being the bread winner.
I'd really like to say I've been re-reading my collection of short stories by Anton Chekhov (which are a superb and thought-provoking), or delving in to the other classics sitting on our book shelves, but no, I'm reading historical romances, as guiltily as if I were devouring a very large cream cake (preferably a Victoria Sponge cake, yum).
So many of these old books have lost their dust jackets, it's such a shame. According to the proprietor of the book shop, where I bought these books, many people would remove the dust jackets. Such a shame.
Well I think that's all I have for you today. I hope your preparations for Christmas are going well? Take care.