Four years ago yesterday three men came, packed up all our belongings and moved us across the county, from a big Edwardian terrace, to a sugarlump.
When we first bought our house in East Lancs it was ideal, the neighbours were fine, the house needed a ton of work but was great, the area was suitable and everything was grand. Sad to say I couldn't say the same about the place when we left. Our final morning at the house involved Dan, the most placid man in the world, having an argument in the street with a near naked neighbour, our removal guys offering to superglue his wiper blades to his car, another neighbour refusing to get out of bed to move their car so our van could park and thus causing a massive traffic jam up and down the main road.
"So why are you moving?" asked one of the cheeky removal men.
Four years ago I had only been to this town twice, I had never made a quilt, never prepared tofu, never eaten samphire, never seen a rabbit on a dune or an old man on a scooter. Never spent a day in the small towns surrounding where we used to live, never been to a book launch, for that matter never featured in a book. never realised how much of a pain it is to remove magnolia paint from every single painted surface of the entire house, never grown a strawberry.
I have still never been up Blackpool Tower.
I should really stop calling this our new house.
Due to the success of the scarf and the bag, I wondered what else I might be able to make and wear. So I attempted a ruffle necklace, I was promised it was very easy. It was! A long thin strip of fabric, folded in half with a chain tucked into the fold. Running stitch to keep the chain in place, ruffle up to the desired rufflyness and secured. That's it. I added a couple of beads, just for the sake of it.