Dark Kitty Crochet

 I have been seeing a word a lot recently on social media that I had not come across before but it is one I found out that does indeed relate to me and what I am able to do. The word in question is bistitchual. Using google to try and find out a bit more, urban dictionary stated that it meant someone who has the ability to create stitches in two crafts eg. knitting and crochet. I was taught to crochet and knit when I was a young child. In knitting I tried to make a scarf using garter stitch but it ended up getting wider and wider but I persevered with it and this passion carried on for many years to come. Crochet however I was taught to do a few basic stitches and the granny square. Despite knowing how I did give up crochet for many years apart from making a couple of baby blankets using a continuous granny square until more recently and knitting took a back seat as I was determined to progress those basic skills that were taught all those years ago. I work part time in a wool and craf

 Yarns are made using a variety of different types of fibres, from man made to natural they all have their advantages and disadvantages. Fibre artists will often pick one fibre source over another depending on a project they have in mind. If making potholders for example you would not be wanting to use an acrylic yarn especially if high heats are expected unless you don’t mind the yarn melting! However it is ideal for making garments as it generally has good after care when washing and drying.  I have used quite a lot of different yarns over the years and like most, will have my favourites. From beautiful fluffy yarns that you can’t see the stitches to super chunky. I have experimented with t shirt yarn which looks great but is not conventional in its form. Ones that I have used have been from the selvedges of the material and curl inwards along the length. When unrolled it is much wider but flat instead of a tube shape. Although it has not been my favourite to use which is probably du

 Well the temperatures have certainly dropped here in the last 24 hours. When I was a child we used to have snow pretty much every winter. I mean, real snow, not the little flurries that disappear after a day or so. Schools stayed open and we would trudge in wearing our wellies if we were sensible, changing into shoes once inside the building. We would wrap up warm and go sledging after school and at the weekends. Tin trays made good sledges and went just as fast down the hills. It seems like a different time to those we are living in now.  We seem to have an invisible shield around the Island that stops the snow from revisiting the days of past. When it does come, everything seems to grind to a halt where we are not used to it. I love the sight of fresh snow. The pure white and stillness and seeing if there are any footprints from birds or animals that have ventured across it. The slush when it starts to melt however is a different story. That I can live without. The dull grey colour