Soooooooo, 2021 is off to a great start, isn’t it? With the COVID situation British Airways has cancelled my flight for Feb, so I will remain in South Africa until I can fly in April. It was a bit of a shock, but also not a great surprise. I will be leaving my beloved Rosendal next weekend, and will be staying with a very dear friend in Pretoria. It’s going to be interesting to leave this quiet and tranquility for the frantic pace of the city. I miss Matt like crazy (he’s already in the UK), and can’t wait to see him.
It has been a tremendously productive rainy season, and the garden is bursting with flowers. For me flowers bring so much joy. One thing I’m looking forward to in the UK is a garden full of flowers without the water challenges we have here.
Lots of crochet happening, but can’t share with you just yet. The patterns will be for the next issue of Jaarn magazine, and can’t wait to show you. With everything going on, and first the move to Pretoria and getting ready for the move to the UK, I just don’t have as much time as I’d like. I try for at least an hour in the evenings, and when I get up in the morning. I’m up at around 3am. Very early here in the platteland.
I have to say, and I think agreement is unanimous, that 2020 has been a heck of a year. I’m not too keen to assume 2021 will be any better, in case it says “hold my beer!”
For our family this has been a year of tremendous change. A few months ago my hubby and I decided that it was time to relocate our little family to the UK. It was a hard decision to make, but once it was a definite we started putting events in motion that will change our lives permanently. M is already in England (he is a British citizen, so it was very straightforward for him) and I am getting everything concluded that I need for my visa, our cube has been packed and sealed with the contents we will be taking, and the dogs’ documents are also underway. Presently I am so busy with paperwork that I haven’t yet had time to be fully excited, and I am experiencing a sense of loss too. I don’t think you leave this country, or this continent, without experiencing big feelings. Every day is a whirlwind of getting things done. I’m totally focused on that.
I have a few other things happening too. I’ve decided to start officially designing my own patterns. I’m always working on something, so I have tons of ideas. My first official pattern was published in Issue Two of Jaarn Magazine, which is the brainchild of the multitalented Bren Grobler. I was proud of my work being published and well received. The first official pattern was a simple market bag.
My next pattern will be a cute amigurumi pattern coming out in the next issue. I’m also working on documenting my patterns so I can sell them on Etsy and Ravelry. Keep any eye out for these coming soon.
Well, admin waits for no woman, so I best get on with it. Chat again soon.
For all my South African customers, it’s bittersweet to share with you that the first part of the Fruit Garden CAL is up and ready to get stuck into. I know we don’t yet have our kits, but with the levels of lockdown decreasing I am hopeful that it will be a few more weeks.
I would propose that everyone dip into their stash to practice the motifs. This will prove really useful once the kits arrive, as proper tension is essential and there is almost no wastage. Practice will have us flying through when the kits arrive.
I will be diving into my stash to crochet with you, and will share as I go along on my Facebook and Instagram pages. If I can help you, or you’d like to share your work as you progress I would love to see it, so please send it through any of my channels.
In my office slash crafty room I have packets of yarn for projects I am busy working on or planning. A couple of bags full and two baskets. Luckily everything is kept wrapped because Rosendal is a very dusty place. I noted that this room is decidedly free of spiders, moths, and other insects. At first I thought that maybe it was because I’m always cleaning it, but then I discovered a resident. Meet Toadie.
Toadie is a badass. He looks at me with immense disdain when I discover him in a bag or basket, nestled on top of the yarn. I am clearly bothering him. And we are involved in what seems like a game to him. He is gently released outside each time I find him, to an ever further part of the property. Toadie is having absolutely none of this. Before I wipe out my eyes, he’s back. And more badass than ever!
This morning while taking some Stonewashed out of a bag who do I find? Yep. It’s pretty cold here, and I cannot bring myself to relocate him outside. He has been relegated to a pot plant elsewhere in the house. He is bristling, as he believes he does a rather stellar job of keeping the crafty room insect and arachnid free. He feels this is rather heavy-handed.
I reckon he’ll be back by tonight. And we’ll meet in the passage when he goes for a hop and swim in the dogs’ water. You have to love living in The Mad House in the wilds of the Free State. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.