Making : it much harder for the Damned Squirrel (as he is called) to eat tube after tube of peanuts bought for the birds. Don’t feel too sorry for him; he’s had all the hazelnuts from the tree too.
Cooking : porridge for breakfast.
Drinking : loose Ceylon tea in my new blue teapot (blue left, third row down shown in last month’s Taking post.)
Reading: The Peculiar Life of a Lonely Postman by Denis Thériault.
Writing: my own haiku, inspired by the above book, then realised it should be 5-7-5 not 5-5-7 syllables:
Lonely Wind Rustles
Needle Clicks Against
Another, Perfectly Timed
Wishing: I could be back in Broadstairs. Such a lovely day, before the arrival of the tail-end of hurricane Abigail on Friday.
Enjoying: walking by the sea.
Waiting: to finish darning in the ends of my blanket, before starting the border. It’s slow due to three weekends away in a row.
Liking: visiting the C Wool yarn shop again, in Broadstairs, and making a little purchase.
Wondering: what to make with the yarn I’ve bought in the last few months?
Loving: my bargain Rowan Scottish Tweed DK buy, (another day, another yarn shop!) until I started to crochet some Fidra Mitts and hated the wire-wool feel.
Wanting: to buy some loose Earl Grey tea.
Looking: at the lovely parcel of goodies I ordered from Dotcomgiftshop, after they sent me a voucher, because my blog was included in their Ten Creative Needlecraft Blogs list last month.
Garden birds tea-towel, 2 sets of rose pins, sticky notes, 5 glass bowls and lids, a flour shaker.
Playing: with my new yarn, trying another very clever fingerless mitt pattern. Hating the shape just after I’d sewn it up…
Deciding: to spend my (small) Euro lottery win on tickets for Tuesday’s mega rollover.
Pondering: why it is I’ve now spent years saying I’ll darn-as-I-go, but never, ever do…
Considering: what to make next..
Buying: NO MORE YARN!
Watching: I’m a Celeb tonight, it’s the only Reality TV programme I watch.
Hoping: it makes me laugh, I dislike the episodes where they are unkind to each other.
Marvelling: at how dark, how early it is now.
Cringing: at the terrible events on Friday night in Paris.
Needing: nothing right now.
Questioning: why? When? How? Will? As is my way. I wonder if I carry a question mark in the air above my head most days?
Why is this postbox special?
Smelling: my Cath Kidson rose perfume.
Wearing: a big red zipped cardie I’ve had for years..
Following: many blogs and not making regular time to read them at the moment.
Noticing: sea salt on my car from the storm on Saturday night.
Knowing: I intend to go to the car wash, but really hoping it rains hard and washes it off.
Thinking: I’m going to continue writing Taking Stock posts around the 15th each month.
Admiring: people who stick to a blog routine, but knowing the above is as far as I will go.
Sorting: yarn into storage cubes.
Getting: ready to start thinking about Christmas present buying.
Bookmarking: fingerless mitt patterns.
Coveting: new fingerless mitts because they’re satisfying fast to make and good to wear.
Opening: windows still, it’s so mild
Giggling: at Frasier (204 episodes recorded now.)
Feeling: extremely well.
Snacking: on a French Pink Lady apple earlier.
Helping: the birds, annoying the squirrel *evil laughter*.
Hearing: Scenes from an Italian Restaurant by Billy Joel.
If you’d like to write a Taking Stock post too, the list can be found on Pip’s marvellous Meet me at Mikes blog.