WONDROUS WIMBLEDON

WONDROUS WIMBLEDON, ladies what a wonderful treat all those tanned muscular legs. Those fit, strong, athletic, bodies. It certainly caused a Love-40 stir in my LADYGARDEN as I am sure it did in yours.

I went to the hospital to fetch Mother who had been discharged and managed to get her settled in her chair in time to catch up with the match. She nodded off but managed to wake up at intervals with bazaar comments exactly when an important point was scored. Now that’s a skill.

More on the GIANT WOOL AND NEEDLES tomorrow.

Well done ANDY MURRAY.

Yours Duecedly

Celia

WHERE IS CELIA?

Where have I been my lovely ladies and occasional gentleman BLISS followers? Well yesterday Teresa, Gwendoline, Lydia and I went to a lovely ladies CRAFT FAYRE. The Lovely Annabelle, as I think I mentioned previously was flaunting her wares and we went along to support her and look at the wonderful things on offer.

It was a gloriously sunny hot day and there were the most amazing things on offer. Gwendoline was the first to break out her pennies as she had been swooned by a DUCK. Teresa was next to make a purchase with two charming hand-enhanced prints. Then I spotted some GIANT WOODEN KNEEDLES WITH GIANT WOOL I cannot tell you how excited I was. Almost at the same moment Lydia spotted them too. We were off like a couple of exocet missiles, closely followed by the others. One very interesting conversation with the lovely LADY stall holder later LYDIA, TERESA AND I WERE £50 LIGHTER each but the owners of the means to KNIT ourselves some colourful rugs and Teresa is KNITTING seat pads for her new dining chairs.

I forgot to say it was so hot that we all four purchased sun-hats unfortunately the were the same apart from the pattern on the crown. There were quite a few smiles as we wandered around together. Even more when we sat on a bench in a row in the town eating pasties. Someone even wanted to take our photographs, what Larks.

On arriving home, Ronald met me with the news that my mother was not well. As soon as I arrived at her home I realised she was really poorly. After the Doctor had been we were whisked off in an AMBULANCE.

So my lovely ladies and Occasional gentleman that was why I was unable to write my BLISS yesterday.

Tomorrow I will show you a picture of my LOVELY GIANT KNITTING NEEDLES AND GIANT WOOL, also update you on my mother, who despite being ill still managed to flirt with the young PARAMEDIC in the ambulance.

Yours Stressedly

Celia

BACK-ACHE, BOUNCE & MATTRESSES

We need a new MATTRESS, I thought it would be a reasonably easy purchase and had a quick look online. MATTRESSSSS HAVE GONE MAD!
CLASSIC COTTON, EGYPTIAN COTTON, ORTHO MIRACOIL (presumably stops you getting pregnant as well), VI SPRUNG, POCKET SPRING, CLASSIC OPEN (Golf?) SILVER, GOLD, PLATINUM (just like the Olympics), TEMPUR MEMORY, TEMPUR CLOUD, TEMPUR SENSATION (Ronald likes the idea of that one), ELEGANT CONTINENTAL Then, this is more like it, FLEECE WOOL, YORKSHIRE WOOL, SILK, ANGORA. That’s it that’s the answer. I CAN KNIT A NEW MATTRESS. Mmm but what about all my other projects? Maybe I won’t have the time
If any of you lovely ladies and the odd gentleman have any ideas and can steer me in the direction of what ENGINEERING miracle is the perfect mattress for the perfect sleep, PLEASE LET ME KNOW.

Yours Back-Achingly

Celia

GIANT WOOL DREAMS

In my dream I was trying to persuade Ronald to let me go into the GIANT WOOL WAREHOUSE (not giant wool, that would be silly, unless you were knitting for a giant). His argument was that we didn’t have enough room in my FIAT 500 CONVERTABLE. My argument was that besides having quite a large boot when the top is down we can fill the backseats. After all we did manage to get a Poang chair in there, not because the Fiat doesn’t have backseats.

Anyway back to my dream, I suddenly had a pain in my lower right abdomen the perfect excuse. “See” I said to Ronald “you’ve given me a pain”, he then held open the warehouse door with a look of resignation and waved me and the FORK-LIFT through.

I was just diving into a huge roof-height pile of WOOL SKEINS when the pain woke me up. It has been intermittent all day, could it be my appendix?

If dear ladies and the odd gentleman you do not find my daily bliss tomorrow, you will know where I am.

By the way Little Nanook’s wool came, so I will be able to finish his blanket.

Yours Uncomfortably

Celia

COUNTRY CREAM FINISHES ME OFF

Ronald Finishes Me Off With Country Cream

What a hero Ronald is, he has erected my summerhouse whilst I painted most of the outside in ‘Pale Sage’,  Ronald finished it off and has painted my inside with country cream . Although we are in dispute.  I want some of my externals  picked out in country cream and Ronald so far is passively resisting. I have some ideas for my inside which includes some hand-painting, photos to follow.

Disaster,  the wool shop had run out of the wool I needed to complete Little Nanook’s blanket.  They may order some more but cannot promise. This may see me unpicking the border I have already sewn on and buying new wool, sigh.

Here are two new knitted bears, I still have to embroider noses and will now start on their clothes. Their personalities evolve as I am knitting them and every one is completely unique just like me

Yours Creamily

Celia

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Looking Good Ronald

So  the summer house is almost finished. It just needs the glass in the windows, painting inside and out and then the decoration. I’m getting very exciting. Ronald has worked steadily, thoroughly and at an even pace but ladies you know what it’s like now it’s coming towards the finish I want him to speed up ready for the big finale.

Look at Ronald with his gaffer tape, his day is not complete without using it, banging something followed by a beer and his Kindle. Of course I am a woman of many interests but I admit my day wouldn’t be right without the clickety-clack of needles in my hand and a lovely ball of wool.

There are lots of other things I enjoy of course, in fact Veronica and I are venturing to an outdoor theatre production this evening, weather permitting of ‘Larkrise To Candleford’ what fun!

Yours Theatricaly

Celia

WOOL, WOOL, WOOL.

It is so exciting to receive a brown paper parcel. I know Ronald get’s very excited whenever he receives one and rushes off to his shed to enjoy the experience.

This morning a parcel of wool arrived. I am sure that I am not the only textile fan who goes into raptures of delight when fondling something soft and furry. Sometimes you get into a rut and continually use the same old wool and colours. Ladies you need to be bold, daring and adventurous; try something different. Perhaps a different colour, texture or thickness.

Sometimes we are in the mood for something delicate like a finger-weight wool in a pale colour. Sometimes we want something bold and chunky, self patterning with a mix of colours.

Whatever your desires there is wool out there that will excite and enthuse you; wool that you cannot keep your hands off. Ladies I implore you do not waste a day, indulge in those sensuous pleasures that women have enjoyed for centuries.

Yours Woolily

Celia