So yesterday, feeling decidedly chirrupy because the sun was out, I walked home from work via a different route through town, which led me to notice that the Adult Education centre was having an Open Day and thusly I ended up having a freebie hour long lesson of Italian. By the time the hour was up I was able to introduce myself to others and order a drink in a bar, which, I was assured, will get you a long way in Italy.
And whilst I was there, I bought a lady a cup of tea. She didn't have the right change for the self-service café, I did, so I got us a tea each and we had a bit of a chat. She was nearly 80 and was starting a computer course. She had already been to Keep Fit class that morning, and was doing computing because it would keep her busy in the afternoons now she no longer went caravanning. Fair do, I thought. We discussed making alterations to clothes, our grandchildren, the traffic and then we went our separate ways with her promising that should we meet again she would return the favour of the cup of tea. I picked up a course brochure for further perusal and went home to tackle the Apple Mountain.
Our apple tree has done us proud this year. We shan't be buying apples for a long time yet. And I've been cooking up the windfalls for the freezer and also cooking them into crumbles and cakes.
And then I did a bit of knitting. You know when Autumn is on the way because the knitting needles come out. This isn't an oddity peculiar to me as several of my crafty-minded Twitter chums have done EXACTLY the same. Therefore, I believe it to be a seasonal social phenomenon. I have started knitting this...
...which is a lacy-type pattern which will become a wrap for the snuggling up under on a Winter evening of. Or possibly cushion covers if I lose interest before it becomes human-sized.
Of course, the downside of knitting is that there will always be unhelpful feline assistance occuring at some point...
Look at her! Butter wouldn't melt...
And she knows, even if she is upstairs hogging my chair and pretending to be asleep, and I am downstairs trying to knit as quietly as possible (and let's face it - knitting isn't exactly a raucous activity) that I am knitting and within 2 minutes of my starting to knit she will be THERE, chasing wool and hanging off the ends of the needles. As Georgie of 'Mapp and Lucia' fame would say - 'It's most tarsome.'
But I wouldn't be without her, my constant kitten companion chum! She just needs to back off my knitting.
I have joined a Pilates class! Starts next Friday. It has been on my list of 'To Try' for ages and the opportunity arose so I thought 'Right-ho! Let's give this a shot! I can stand on one leg with relative success.' (I have no idea if this is relevant but I always associate Pilates with standing on one leg.) Of course, I shall need to find some suitable attire - I have leggings, but a quick squizz through my wardrobe shows nothing suitable for my top half because I had a wardrobe clear out a couple of weeks ago because...
...I can now fit a size 14!!! Okay, I know size 14 is the old size 16 of the '80s but indulge me this moment of label vanity! And I went through my wardrobe, tried everything on and got rid of the really baggy stuff - baggy stuff that might have been suitable for Pilates malarkey. Ah well, any excuse to buy a new floppy top!
My embroidery course starts in a couple of weeks' time so this weekend I shall be looking for a project to work on. I've been doing lots of stuff on the machine this summer, so need to refocus on hand sewing again to get me in the mood for stumpwork.
It has been a doleful month, this August into September, but I feel more 'back on track' now. Knitting, embroidery, Pilates, my magazine column - it's all happening and keeping me busy and happy. Thank you for all the messages asking if I am okay - I value them a lot and I'm sending you all a big Malarkey hug of gratitude.
Off to make something appley now - have a lovely weekend, won't you?