So, last year you know I went to the Harrogate Knitting and Stitching Exhibition, in the snowy November, and cheerfully spent a fortune?
So a few weeks ago I bunked off work and went skipping off to Alexandra Palace with my mum prepared to part with some, but not as much cash as last year.
Here’s what I bought!:
Actually, apart from buying a couple of fabric pens, I spent all my money at 21st Century Yarns again. I love them. So, lots of beautiful variegated stranded cotton and very fine silks, and a bumper back of 42 squares of space-dyed wool/viscose felt.
What is it about rainbows? Colours just look so good in that order. I carefully avoided the wool (although Colinette Paris could have been my downfall), and spent a third of what I did last time.
Thing is though, I then got inspired by what I bought and *had* to go home and spend another fifty quid on Etsy on hand dyed felted fabrics. Well, it’s all going to come back to me in sales of my fabulous felty things anyway…
I really didn’t have enough time though really. There was tonnes of incredible exhibits that I really wanted to pore over, so I’ve booked to go to the Harrogate one in November again, to really get immersed in the creativity.
Sometimes you get a little glimpse back into your childhood and rediscover something that makes you understand your grown-up self a bit more. This made me very happy.
I used to love this book, and this page was my FAVE. You can even see the lines around the shark where I tried to trace round it. I remember I didn’t really care about the story even all that much because I was so captivated by this picture. But the story is rather wonderful. And you know how I feel about Octopi:
“Down and down, deeper and deeper, went Captain and Mrs Babcary, into a wonderful green world of waving seaweed and wandering shoals of fish.
And there on the sea-bed was a glint of gold, a flash of jewels!
‘Treasure!’ cried the Captain. ‘Golden nobles and pieces of eight! We’re rich, we’re rich!’
They were so excited that they did not see a large, round and very angry eye gazing at them furiously.”
“It was an octopus, a huge octopus with terrible, thrashing tentacles that twisted and twined round the diving-machine.
‘I am the Guardian of the Treasure!’ roared the octopus. ‘The treasure belongs to the sea and the sea shall keep it.'”
It all gets a bit dark and scary for a children’s book. But all the best ones are, in my opinion.
At risk of giving the end away (I have no idea if this book is still in print or not), what is so especially lovely about this story is the last page. The Captain grumbles that they lost the treasure, but Mrs Babcary says:
“‘We are rich. We have a beautiful cello to live in and a beautiful boat to sail in. We have the wind and the sun and the countryside and hundreds and hundreds of friends.'”