Have you ever read "100 Years of Solitude" by Gabriel Garcia Marquez? If you have you will remember that in the town of Macondo it rained for four years, eleven months and two days and everything and everyone went to wrack and ruin: "...threads of brocades rusted, and wet clothing would break out in a rash of saffron-coloured moss. The air was so damp that fish could have come in through the doors and swum out of the windows, floating through the atmosphere in the rooms." Constant heavy rain always reminds me of that book, its one of my favourites.
I have been looking at this little guy I made a week or so ago from a free pattern shared on the Blinking Flights blog. He is to be for a new baby coming in about three weeks. I don't know if it's to be a boy or a girl. I am thinking I need to make something to accompany him. A pair of baby shoes perhaps? I have a pattern in the Meet me at Mike's project book. Hmmm, still musing over that idea.
Do you like my seagrass basket? I bought it to contain all the little sewing things that are usually spread over the dining table. Every now and then I catch the smell of seagrass, which is always surprising, and kind of up lifting.
Time for a coffee, and to decide on a plan of action for achieving a few non-crafy goals today in the rain.