December 7th
Rainbow stockings
Kim has finished some beautiful rainbow long socks - just look at the striping on the heel! I love them!
Fibromaylgia and myofascial release article done! I sent the boss - the incomparable Dr. Alex - a slightly longer version (3 paras instead of 2!) than was required and she said she may use the lot. So much to say and far too few words to say it in. I am usually really, really good at cutting.
I got back to Stitch and bitch with Threadbare - note, not 'Threadbear' - in Brighton last night. Was fab, and there were so many of us there. I haven't been able to make it for weeks and weeks, so forgot quite how smoky it gets in the Hobgoblin. I stank like an ashtray when I got home, stripped in front of the washing machine and hung the beaded hemp top out on the terrace across some rose bushes. I can't wash it until it's knitted - hoooowwwwllllllll!
December 4th
Damn! No skeletons
The fireplace has been unearthed but there are *no skeletons*! I am really rather disappointed. Instead we found vast amounts of twiggage and general birds' nest materialage, speaking of centuries of diligent homemaking. Well, someone has to do it.

You can see where it was bricked in partially in a fit of modesty and / or puritanism, or purely as an economy measure. The Victorians then bricked in the whole bally lot. Several bricks wide. 16 barrow-loads of bricks came out of there. I'm getting quite good at dating bricks by size and shape.
I promised
So here it is: the first pici of a neglected stash update: 16 skeins of pink silk in a fine 4ply or fingering. A little something I acquired on ebay.

Toria requested a lace scarf, which is almost done and will take 3 skeins.

Must tear myself away
Why is blogging so much more interesting than work? I am supposed to be writing part of an article on myofascial release and fibromyalgia. Uuuurrrgggghhhhh. Get down to it, woman! Only two paragraphs...
December 1st
Confessions...
I have not kept up to date with featuring my yarn stash! There have been many little purchases here and there, too numerous to keep up with on a daily basis, which I have not documented. No excuses. (Kitten ate the camera...?) However, as I like viewing my own stash online I shall make amends and catch up. Really.
Which part of the house are we going to take apart this Christmas?
Chris, DS1, has been left to fend for himself for years and years with a lovely room, but the leftovers of all our furniture. An off bed, another one for a settee, a strange chest, an old school desk, a totally naff beanbag, you know the kind of thing. Oh yes, and built-in (not by us!) louvre-doored cupboards. Akkkkkk. For some reason he has never made a fuss - or spent much time in his room, preferring to take over every other available space in the barn and workshop for his taking-things-apart-and-putting-them-back-together-in-totally-unrecognisable-forms leanings. However, I have now decided, in a mum sort of way, that he needs a bit of a boost on the living space front, so have bought him new stuff (good old Argos!).
Thus begins the 2004 Christmas major overhaul at Bradness. Chris sensibly decided to begin by demolishing his built-in cupboards with the louvre doors (yes, yes, yes, I know, that's almost emotional abuse, making him live with those) and, whilst he was at it, as you do, remembered that there are two chimney stacks and only one fireplace... so far... so... he started to take down the wall behind the cupboards, hoping to find the fireplace to go with the second chimney stack, conveniently located just against that wall! Geronimo! It's gorgeous! The Victorians bricked it over, and it is 1650s or thereabouts, a rather smaller version of the one in the drawing room below.


I think the second pici was taken but seconds before he took a chunk out of his finger. Ouch. His 'new' room may take a little longer to finish than anticipated, but it will tidy up nicely, really. You know we always do this around Christmas time. We are fully expecting at least one skeleton behind the brickwork. I'll let you know :)
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