Showing posts with label crochet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crochet. Show all posts

Monday, 21 March 2011

Spring has sprung

It's March 21st: spring equinox. The sun's shining and I'm ignoring the strike, the massive pile of work, the government and all the other misery.

I arrived at work to find this beautiful, hand-made daffodil waiting for me: thanks to C, who seems to spend an awful lot of her time cheering everybody up everybody else. If you live in Bridgnorth, you may find them scattered around the town, much as crocheted snowflakes were hung from the trees at Christmas.

Tuesday, 28 December 2010

What nicer people do

Most of us, when not actively torturing children and small animals, tend to look after ourselves and our own comfort. My leisure time, for instance, is spent fencing, reading or making sure that my books and records are in the right order. Or ironing, which I find hugely rewarding and relaxing.

Other people - better people - quietly try to improve the lives of others. Take Christine and James, as we'll call them because those are their names. They spent weeks crocheting snowflakes, which they then hung on trees all round their town on Christmas morning before anyone else was up, so that the townsfolk could be delighted by a whimsical, lovely gift with no thought of cash or obligation.

See lovely pictures here.

Anyway, back to the spiders. Those legs don't come off on their own, you know.

Monday, 10 May 2010

Can you tell what it is yet?

This charming creature was crocheted by Christine. I'm not entirely clear why, but it's a fine piece of work.