Three Bags Full

No camera – so you will just have to imagine me and my mum sitting in her car in a back lane in the borders on the way back from a fantastic little wool shop (this is what constitutes a ‘girls’ day out’ in the country at my age) completely surrounded by sheep. The sun was behind them and slanting under the clouds so it shone through their woolly heads and their ears as they flocked around us, one or two of them leaping up over the backs of their fellows to have a good look as they went. They seemed a little wary of us even inside our tin box (imagine if I’d been on my bike) so perhaps they knew we’d had the clothes off the back of one of their kin. Or perhaps it was because they could see me giggling through the window … there’s something very amusing about a flock of sheep.

Woo Hoo

Caution: contains knitting

As advertised, a parcel arrived yesterday – a big soft squishy parcel containing these:

more crack, sorry, wool

The fruit of my cousin’s latest car boot foray (I wonder if he could also pick me up one of these?). So, what to knit? I’m currently leaning towards something along these lines. What do you think?

Anyway, because someone asked (and because, secretly, I think it’s pretty damn cool) I’ve decided to divulge the secrets of my mug cosy. Those of you not into knitting, look away now