Being a bit more bloggery.

Is there such a word as bloggery? Well anyway, it struck me during the C'mas holidays that I could blog a bit more than I do. I really love reading blogs and would like mine to be enjoyed by others too.

During the past few days I have been excused from doing normal things, basically because anytime I started to talk or move I would begin to cough so alarmingly that no one could tell what I was saying anyway. So I have been cocooned in my chair with my feet on the footstool wrapped up in crochet blankets, catching up on the hundreds of blogs in my faves list and looking for more that interest me.



For the first time today I woke up without the aching in my ears and actually slept all night long without waking the household with my barking.



Just before C'mas I went to John Lewis - it will always be Cole Brothers to those in Sheffield - and bought this 1.5 mtr of this material to use as a tablecloth in the kitchen. I love it, its bright, its lifting and I smile everytime I go into the kitchen. Are we supposed to call it 'oilcloth' these days? A piece of PVC doesn't really sound too green... Well whatever, I love it anyway.



So I was not just surfing the web while feeling poorly, I was actually crocheting too.

Dan, now has a paper round, he shares it with his mate and they do a week each, plus he has a Sunday round too. Crickey have you ever felt a bag of Sunday papers? I am sure it can't be good for his back!

Anyway back to the crocheting, "mum can you make me some fingerless gloves please?" Not a problem I scoured ravelry for a pattern, looked through books and sort of cobbled two patterns together. Daniel at 14 has the most enormous hands, I tried these things on when I had finished and they swamp my hands, my fingers don't even go to the end and my hands are not the feminine tiny type either. Sorry it's not a brilliant photograph, but he loves them, they are great when he is trying to get the papers out of the bag, as normal gloves tend to slip on them.



I also made my mum a pair of lacy fingerless gloves, her hands get very cold when she sits in bed and reads at night. So the first night she wore them I went into her room to say goodnight and just happened to say "very Miss Haversham... " I did duck as the box of tissues hit the wall! Was told in no uncertain terms "I might be 90 but I'm not old!" I coughed and laughed my way to bed. Well then blogfriends, thats it for today. I've got a couple of things on the go and I need to get them finished before tomorrow so that I can blog again. I might even get the hang of this blogging thing sooner or later.
Have fun,
Rosie x