Money has finally been spent! Further more, I managed to get off the sofa, into the car and go to a shopping center. Oh yes. Talk about living life to the max.

You can't blame a girl for buying books when she's managed to accumulate various book tokens. Firstly, a great shell reference book full of beautiful pieces and amazing organic shapes. I'm sure I used to have a book like this before but it was lost somewhere, maybe.

Photographic books are a must these days, as the shells themselves are just too fragile and no good for bus life. Oddly enough, there are no urchin shells in this book. Now, I've been trying to find a similar such book on echinodorms but can I find one? Seriously, you'd think there'd be one but nope. Zilch. Apart from the odd biological research text costing a mere £100+. *sigh*

I've had my eye on this next book for some time, and was totally chuffed to be able to get hold of it without parting with cash! Serious eye candy for anyone who loves unusual stitches and texture. It's not a techniques book, although there are charts for many of the stitches shown. Covering hand and machine knitting, each piece is displayed next to it's inspiration, typically autumn leaves, water ripples and so on. A must. I love it. It's not your typical knitting book.

Having tackled Waterstones in style, I was ready for John Lewis. Not much of a spree here, just a few skeins of Debbie Bliss Donegal Tweed chunky half price in the sale. Purple, green and charcoal. Not normally a green person, I'm liking this one - it's already balled and on the needles... to become, erm.... something.

I ended up at Bluewater yesterday as I'd gone across to Essex to pick my car up. I use my Dad's mechanic as he's trustworthy and friendly, and his labour charges are a damn site cheaper than anywhere in London. It's only a 30min drive and an excuse to have coffee with my Dad. My Escort is 17 years old and all she needed to pass her MOT was a new headlight bulb - not bad for an old beastie!

Whilst in Essex, I took the opportunity to photograph the shop that was my LYS when growing up. I didn't go inside as the place tends to make me feel a bit uncomfortable. Whenever my Mum took me in there it was fine. Yet as soon as I was old enough and went in by myself, the ladies used to sit at the back of the shop and stare at me, watching everything I did, and then adopt a patronising attitude whenever I asked to see the yarns (which were safely stored in shelves behind the counters) Not exactly a welcoming attitude towards a young knitter... very typical of the small-town mentallity that's prevalent in this area. You look a bit different, they treat you like an outcast or potential thief.

The shop was seriously old fashioned back in the day and the only noticeable change is that the yellow plastic has been removed from the windows and replaced by a metal shutter. Hell knows how they've managed to stay in business, and their yarn range never ventured further than acrylic. They don't stock books or many notions or needles, either.

Right, back to bed for me. It's now saturday and sleep is on the agenda.

AuthorWoolly Wormhead