On the Sixth Day of Christmas

My true love, (or in this case, my sister) gave to me....

A fabulously crocheted granny sqaure cushion!

Heaven knows that when I retire and have the time to finish assembling all those granny square littering my house that I'll have a blanket large enough to cover all of York Region... but a cushion!?!?!? Who thinks of that!!!

My dear wee sister- THAT'S WHO!

Not only did she crochet a cushion for me, but she also incorporated another fun-filled-fiber thing that I just looooooove.

POM POMS.

AT EACH CORNER.

Man. I have cool siblings.

The scoop?

She started it on a plane ride over to Scotland last summer using up bits and pieces of hand-dyed sock yarn and VOILA! This was the result.

How kind of her to gift it to me.

Although... let's be real here. I might be one of the few that actually has decor that will jive with this palatte.

And I'm totally ok with that.

On the Fifth Day of Christmas

I actually knit myself...


A sort of boring ribbed scarf inspired by Brooklyn Tweed's Noro Scarf that's actually not boring at all.


You follow?

This actually came about as a result of Boxing-Day-Let-Down. You know? You're just entirely exhausted from all the running around you've been doing the few weeks prior, that you just have to collapse on the couch and knit something 100% brainless, but of course beautiful.

(Don't judge me for sometimes loving boring, but beautiful).

The scoop?

Four skeins of Noro Silk Garden.

Two balls of each colour.

5.5 mm needles.

Two rows of each.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

It's just so rewarding for minimal effort.

I love it.

I should always have at least two colourways of this stuff easily accessible.

The positive effects it has on my mental health is outstanding.