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Four and a Half Weeks and Growing…..

Pups are growing and adventuring now.

Playing at eating………….

Playing at playing………

Looking cute!!

This is how I found Granny

And mum

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Pictures speak volumes!

Other work:  Sorrell dyeing, blanket patches and sketchbook.

To be honest most of the time is taken up with canines at the moment and to finish this week here are some portraits of some of the pups:

This boy we call Bobby because it rhymes with Dobby, his grandfather.

Tabitha who is behaving beautifully this week!  No longer the mischief maker.  Very friendly and fun with a beautiful coat.

Balou!  Mr I AM JUST SO COOL!!

Bye for now!

3 Week Characters

How quickly things change.  The weather in particular.  The pups as a good second.  Politics and current affairs.  I can not bring myself to talk about the awfulness recently in London and Manchester.  Grief and horror do not even come close.

Life continues albeit with more grey.  Things that are important we hold a little closer perhaps.  I am grateful for the things which make me smile.

At 3 whole weeks now we have little characters forming, opinions being voiced and bouncing being practiced.  So many legs and tails these days!

As you can tell, taking photos has become nearly impossible!  They are way too busy to pose!  So my solution is one at a time;

This little boy reminds me of his grandfather.  He is pretty and very serious!

This little girl is adorable.  Chestnut at the moment.  A sweet person, not a trouble maker – so far……

This stunning boy has the longest coat in the litter.  He is again, a sweet person, not a trouble maker, not too opinionated…….yet!  He is paler than his look-alike sister.

Another little boy.  Very pretty this one very gentle and sweet person.

Well, what can I say?  She is strikingly pretty, and has to be!  We have nick named her Tabitha as she looks like a tortoishell cat and sounds like one at times too.  This little girl is first up, last back and has opinions about absolutely everything, whether asked or not!  She is a character!

Merlin.  He is spoken for.  He is playful but not pushy, he is very drawn to people and loves cuddles!  I think he will be spoilt!  He is lighter than he was but has a gorgeous coat and dark markings.

The first pic shows the correct colour.  This girl will be blonde.    Mrs playful and curious.

The blondest in the litter.  This chap will have a long coat and he is so so pretty!  Mr laid back.

This girl is reserved.  No name yet.

Phew!  Does that make 9 or 28?

Other things, here is the Euphorbia dyed fabric which is amazing!

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Here are other plays;

And to prove that officially hats are no longer my only nervous habit!

A-door-ation.

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Doors are the window to the soul.

No, hold on, I think I may have got that a bit wrong.

Nevertheless, it is a generally held philosophy that doors hold meaning in the wider view of life. You know, “when God closes a door, he opens a window”, “doors of opportunity”, all that jazz.

Yep, I’m literally talking about doors; them things with the handles that separate one room from another.

Now, I’m going to hazard a wee guess and say that you probably take doors for granted.

Controversial, I know, but I find it hard to believe that we have a large number of door aficionados following this blog. If I’m wrong, I offer the heartiest of welcome to all those who can’t get enough of the hinges and handles.

I’m getting a little off topic here….

I certainly took doors for granted. I didn’t even give them a second thought. And if I’m  honest with you (and, dear reader, I will always be) it’s hard to think of something I cared less about than doors.

That was until I came home one day to find my door gone. Completely vanished. I thought we had fallen victim to one of the most specific robberies of all time.

I marched downstairs, livid, to inform my dear mother of the terrible crime that had befallen us.

There, in the unrelenting sunshine, stood my mother, giver of life, taker of dirty washing, elbow deep in dye, wool covering the most enormous make shift table.

“Mum! We’ve had a crime.”

“Oh, dear daughter? What crime has happened upon you, most beautiful, charming and intelligent of all my children?” *dialogue may be slightly misremembered…

“My door. It’s gone. I have no door. I am doorless. I am effectively living in a barn.”

“Oh… That…”

At this point, my darling ma gestured to this disconcertingly large table in our midst…

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Well… At least the aftermath is pretty…

 

I think the experience has left me more changed – I’m more friendly now.

 

I mean, come on in, my door is perpetually open.

 

Five Minutes Peace.

Lull after the storm? These pups are robust healthy bouncing terrorists now. They devise ways to get out and explore everything. They are the cutest, most gorgeous babies ever (well in my book), but starting the day is a challenge. Looking on the bright side, I have two starts to my day now. The first start involves lots of noise and madness. The pups all yelling at the top pitch of their voices demanding everything NOW, and the other dogs wanting to rush out to the garden to get away from the chaos and noise. Just trying to put out 6 pups, two at a time without letting them back in takes skill and strategy which is not always present at 6 in the morning. Then they need mucking out (always a delightful task) and their food preparing and cooling. You would have thought that once in the garden the noise would disperse to a degree, but absolutely not!

 

After the clean bed and warm yummy breakfast they have a bit of mummy and finally peace is restored. The older dogs and I just flop on my newly clean kitchen floor and take a note of silence. Silence is indeed golden I have to tell you! Maybe it needs a bit of contrast (like a full on hurrican of activity and noise) to be appreciated to the extent that I am coming to appreciate it. The big dog (father of this litter) usually gives a huge sigh followed by a long low groan while stretching out (this activity covers half the kitchen floor) and he then shuts his eyes and sleeps. Mum is resigned and both delighted and appalled by her ever growing offspring. She just curls up (not an option with the babies) and waits for me to grab a coffee and then take them out for a walk in the valley.

 

Yesterday I took them down by the stream and let them mooch around in the water enjoying the smells and puppy free zone. The noise is different and not our problem so the birds filling the sky with celebration and sex seems quite nice really. A sort of symphony to spring and new life.

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The banks are full of primroses and violets . The cowslips are bursting out too and I even saw Stitchwort in bloom yesterday. Wood anemones are in flowering and wont last long in this spring rush. Its almost as if the doors were shut for ages and then when they opened everything wanted to get out and be seen first! Catkins came and went, the new leaves pushing them out of the way. The Hawthorne is out and the May is rivalling for position in the hedges . There has been a silent explosion in the valley which astonishes me everyday with its intensity. The dogs are somewhat less impressed I have to say.

 

 

Meanwhile back at the ranch so to speak, the labelling is going at full pelt now for the show. My world is full of dogs and wool (cant think of anything better really). Skeining up my new creations and doing the final dry. Then the labelling (endlessly) and finishing off of samples. Remembering everything I need to take to the show without the wrench of leaving the puppies in capable hands takes some concentration.

 

Then here comes my big sigh……………………………. Five minutes peace………………………….. And then my second start to the day………………….

Growing Pains and Falling in Love

 

I have been remiss. It was my birthday last week and I had the most fabulous day. I worked the morning and then my youngest daughter and I had a great afternoon in Frome. We went in loads of shops we had not been in before and I bought a horse, and here he is!

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I am over the moon with him. He was hanging in the middle of the shop calling to me and I fell in love in an instant. I now believe in love at first sight! It happened to me which is proof enough in my mind.

 

I also went a little bit crazy in that week and acquired a rocking chair which is ugly and gorgeous and now much loved. I am going to attempt to crochet a cover for said chair. This may be a non event for most people but believe me crochet is the most excruciating event for me. I am a knitter through and through and through. Crochet is painfully slow to grow and a skill which does not come easily to me. But I want a granny square blanket for a granny chair for a granny, so I consider this motivation enough to persevere.

 

Talking of growing pains…………………….

 

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These characters are exhausting and delightful in equal quantities! I LOVE LOVE LOVE them (mostly!!) and they are growing every minute and growing in confidence and in the scale of experiments they attempt. Lush puppies!!

 

 

Meanwhile back at the ranch I am dyeing for Wales, WONDERWOOL!! Come and see me there next weekend, with all my new goodies.

Busy!

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Hello! I am currently in ‘granny’ mode, hence the lack of blogs. The reason lies in the photos. Mum and Dad, expecting this weekend!! So exciting! I have to admit that this has taken up most of my mind space the last week.

That aside I have been dyeing for a new and exciting spin to launch at Wonderwool in April. Also very exciting. AND I have commissioned a new laceweight spin with Shetland, Jacob and Alpaca, yummmmmmm!!

Also I finished lots of kids knits which are in Up to Seven in Bath, and I am very pleased with these too. All my designs!

Talking of which I am currently working on some gorgeous new designs which I will get published as patterns when they are totally done and test knitted.

WOW!! All sounds very busy and indeed it has been, but all exciting and new. With spring comes new life and new starts and better weather one hopes! Well 2 out of 3 ain’t bad!