Dylan’s mum has a blanket, painstakingly crocheted by her granny from her grandchildren’s old jumpers, too worn to go through another cycle of unravel and reknit.
How beautiful imagining each colour having had so many different lives!

Cuddled up in the brightly coloured wrap, looking at rain putting a hold to my days adventures, I decided to be inspired rather than discouraged.

Winter gets into my bones, I hate it. In Melbourne it doesn’t magically float down over the land in delicate drifts, as I romantically (and probably erroneously) imagine it does in Europe and the Americas. Instead it splutters and it drizzles.
 

A pathetic
overcast sulker

 
that turns lettuces bitter without the payoff of a snowball fight montage!

 

 

 

 

I swore to myself, that this year would be different, I would not fall victim to the SADS (the king of first world problems). Time to give my self-pitying, sad sack self a good talking to.

The most delicious way to nip those blues in the bud is to jump into the blogosphere! Snuggled in bed with a hot chocolate to your lips finding some inspiring hobbies, on the way trying not to feel too jealous of bloggers bathed in delicious sunshine, prancing through meadows of wildflowers. So Sandra Juto inspired me to get crochetting
 

a grannysquare blanket.

 

The Colac Antique Store proved a veritable secondhand wool goldmine. And so I had myself a wet weather hobby. One that I suspect might see me through several winters of chain 4, puff stitch, cluster stitch, single crochet.