My kids started at a new (for us) Steiner school this year and we could not be happier. We LOVE the engaging conversations we have after school with our happy munchkins about their day, we LOVE the other parents we meet at the school gate, and love love LOVE the amazing teachers. Best decision, EVER.
What has been a challenge, particularly for two traditionally educated parents, has been the homework. Spelling lists, algebra, pffftttttt .... we can do these in our sleep. Please. I LAUGH in the face of timetables and isosceles triangles. But new for us this year has been a very different kind of homework - crochet. Ummmmm......
So my challenge these past few months has been to learn to crochet. With a little spare time here in France this Christmas, I have turned my hand seriously to this amazing craft. I figure if my left handed 10 year old can do this, I can too.
I loosely borrowed the design from the fabulous Lucy at Attic24 and her neck warmer scarf pattern, but made it more of an infinity scarf, as well as more appropriately French in colouring. I took inspiration from this gorgeous pin I found when we were renovating.
I would love for someone to tell me more about it. What is its origin? Is it just a one off child's construction on a rainy afternoon? Or a traditional pin sold on a national fete day? I love it, regardless. It always makes me smile when I spy it in my earring tray.
Adding to the French inspiration was a purchase of beautiful wool from La Fleuree de Pastel. This gorgeous store, tucked away in one of the many winding lanes in Toulouse, specialises in products dyed with the French equivalent of indigo. I could have taken the credit card straight into Kenny Loggins territory on the highway to the danger zone here - soft, sumptuous mohair blankets, linen to make any tourist weep with joy and totally impractically but magnetically attractive wax seals for envelopes - all these things and more were there for the begging. I did very well getting out alive with just two balls of deep indigo wool, a spritz of indigo room fragrance swirling in my wake.
The temperature has really plummeting here over the past few days. As our Australian mates swelter in plus 40 temperatures, we are finally feeling like winter has arrived. A bit of a frost the other morning and our first really chilly day means I have hooked my last stitch just in time.
I tried to capture a scarf wearing selfie - how do all those clever crocheting bloggers do it?
And Missy was a most reluctant model, but you get the picture.
Not bad for a beginner if I do say so myself. This year the goal is a big blanket. Off to the markets in the morning in my new scarf.