Bait

moebius fish
aka arty-farty shot

HUZZAH!  I've found my camera cable so I can finally add peekchures to my second abc-along post of the year!

So, yes.  The infamous Fish Hat [Dead or Alive] by Thelma Egberts from the Winter 2008 issue of Knitty.  And lots of 'em!  I was a little remiss, really, as I was intending to make some of these for the four little boys in England for their Christmas in 2008 but time was not of the essence.  (I must point out that the Amazon vouchers that I sent were gleefully spent on Thomas the Tank Engine stuff instead!)  And essence of time was missing this year too, as these hats are only now winging their way across the Channel to their unsuspecting recipients.  Hey, what's a month between friends?  (If I really wanted to be pedantic, I could point out that Mr JC was more than likely born in March, anyway, so I'm actually early!  Heh!)

one for o

one for s and one for j

and a half-fish beanie for B

I suspect I really need to start my 2010 Christmas knitting, oh, round about now, if I have any chance of getting them done in time... Going by my current rate of success anyway!

:: edges away from the wronicles feeling rather sheepish... ::

(or should that be fishish?)

A Touch of Frost

the pretend melt

Thanks to a not particularly excellent end to 2009, including my Dad having his hip replaced and getting a free heart-attack into the bargain, my poor Wronicles have been sorely neglected.   Poor Wronicles.  So, to begin 2010 in a blogoriffic way, I think it's time to start the ABC-along: 2010 Edition.

Well, kind of...  as I'm already cheating, albeit in a completely cunning and creative way...  So, welcome to A Touch of Frost.  (See what I did there? Huh?  Huh?  Am I amazingly devious and deviceful, or what?!  Yeah, okay, so I'm reaching already...)

So, after what was pretty much a Year of Suck, I spent the last weeks of the 2009 and the first of 2010 in the haven that is my parents home in Scotland.  (My Dad, btw, is well on the road to recovery, thank the stars.)  Haven and very nearly hermitage, thanks to the snow, though.  Lots and lots of snow.  The first morning after I arrived home I attempted to go into the nearest town from the village and was presented with a veritable blanket of the white stuff:

9am and the sun is just rising over a snowy landscape

And it only got worse...  It was very pretty though, if you didn't mind not being able to go anywhere!  But, armed as I was with my trusty little camera, I did manage to get some arty-farty photos in the can!  My favourites being of the type belonging to the following strain:

footprints in the snow

I love this photo - taken on some freshly fallen snow at the back door of my DS's house, it looks like blackbird tracks but in the style of a book of dancing steps.  (One, two, three, turn with the left foot, two, three, back, two, three...)  But where there are birds, you'll also find the neighbourhood cats...

Doesn't look like he was successful, though...