Trump. Shit. Some people go running to deal with this kind of thing, some people drink copious amounts of alcohol and some people, like me, binge watch Netflix or, as I like to call it, ‘Knitflix’ and get their craft on. I’ve been doing a lot of crochet lately. This is mostly because it’s a really portable and pretty sociable craft. I can crochet sitting on the sofa, outside, for 10 minutes between feeding or changing babies and before my toddler notices what I’m doing. Also, designing stuff is my favourite thing to do and crochet is pretty flexible in terms of what you can produce.
I find crochet to be super therapeutic and I always do it when I feel stressed or sometimes to just wind down from the day. I’ve been tweaking this particular design for a couple of years and I’m happy with this year’s run in neutral colours.
They are reversible and warmer than traditional scarves and cowls because of the two layer system.
The outer layer is crocheted in an alpaca/wool mix and the inner layer is luxury faux fur.
I have just opened my Etsy shop for the winter and these are the first items to be listed.
They remind me a lot of the natural landscape and walking on the beach in winter, hence why I have named them after some of my favourite beaches. This also echoes my unstoppable desire to be near the sea, I can’t explain it, maybe it’s just a case of you can take the girl out of Cornwall . . . Matt would definitely blame it on my Cornish ways (I like to think he means my endearing ways, not sure if he does though!) personally I think it’s probably down to all the sea water I ingested as a small child. When I was a girl, I could step out of my front door and see the sea, I spent hours on boats and surrounded by maritime paraphenalia. The first thing I wanted to do for myself after giving birth was to go and walk near the sea, albeit slightly uncomfortably. I don’t think I could live somewhere for very long if I had to travel far to get to it. As it is now, occasionally, if the conditions are right, I can hear the waves from beyond the burrows when I go to sleep. It’s a ridiculously romantic notion, but by hook or by crook, the sea salt has gotten into my system and I think it’s there to stay.