Kerchief? Bless You.

I've been exiled to Knitting Headquarters while the live in decorator paints downstairs. The living room is shrouded in dustcovers like some neglected eighteen century ballroom and I'm in the attic with only Magnus and Daphne du Maurier for company. Neither of whom are great conversationalists although Daphne tells the better story. I've been working on some simple crafty things after realising that good concentration and DIY just doesn't work for me. So I've neglected my socks and lace in favour of a log cabin square and when that fails I have been sewing some little fiddly things.

Today I made a scarf out of some second hand fabric and the lining of an old skirt. It is a triumph of my sewing machine skills, none of which include either neatness or accuracy but the end product looks just fine. I had planned to make a kerchief/bandana but on reflection found that a rectangle was much easier to sew than a triangle. Later on in the quiet of the room with only the distant sound of sandpapering for company, I did what anyone would do under the circumstances.

I dressed up the cat.