Yarn in search of a project

Despite having accumulated a rather large collection of fabric, almost every fabric piece was bought with a project in mind.  I'll sometimes change my mind about the project or the fabric choice, but more often the fabric is just sitting waiting for that project to reach the top of my to-do list.  

For some reason yarn is different (especially when found in overstock stores).  I will come across a couple of balls of yarn, often barely enough to scrounge a hat out of, and all it will take is a certain colour / texture combination for me to find these scraps of yarn in my basket.  Then when I get home the task of finding a project for the yarn begins.  Most projects get discarded straight off, as I won't have enough yarn to complete them.  Often I'll have to remind myself that there are only so many finger-less mitts that someone living in California can get around to wearing...

So there I was, 3 hanks of a super-bulky discontinued wool blend in hand, searching for a project.  I finally whittled it down to a market bag or a basket.  The basket won.  2 rugby games later and this was the result:
(Needless to say, they weren't England's matches - my full concentration is needed for their games.  Luckily my kids don't seem to have realised that they could get into all sorts of mischief and I wouldn't probably notice until half-time...)  I used the same pattern as I used for a much smaller basket years back.  The pattern has been moved about a bit since then, but I finally found it again here.  The bulky yarn did mean fewer rounds in the base and I made the sides straight up, so that I can change the position of the fold-over. 
I think that it's perfect for holding my collection of yarns in search of a project.

No Translation of the Day today, I'm afraid: I'm too tired.  A poor night's sleep followed by my forgetting that Britain has not changed their clocks yet got me up an hour earlier than needed for kick-off.  Pah. 

Pinterest boards can be decieving

Spring is well and truly sprung around here.  The daffs bloomed and wilted weeks ago, long before St. David's day.  I did manage to escape the sunshine and squeeze in my snow fix for the year, though, thanks to a wee snowfall in the nearby mountains helpfully coinciding with a 6 Nations Rugby-free weekend.
I must admit, I'm regretting introducing my American husband to rugby.  Despite my helpfully drawing a pie chart to illustrate how little of his heritage is actually Welsh, he has taken to supporting Wales, even against my England.  This is far too reminiscent of my younger days being surrounded by Welsh friends cheering against my team.  At least England was usually winning those matches, mind.  I'll grudgingly admit that Sam Warburton and his lads seem a nice down-to-earth and talented bunch, but all I'll say on the matter to my traitor of a husband is that I think that Strettle did get that try at the end... 
(My daughter has rather a kamikaze approach to sledging)

Anyway, a car ride up into the mountains is always a good time to get the crochet hook out and a lap blanket was needed for the sub-zero temperatures that the afore-mentioned traitor likes to keep in our house (I go outside to warm up...).  Anyone following my Pinterest crochet board might well be expecting a bright and colourful number.
Nope.  It turns out that, when it comes down to it, my taste is a lot more boring than I imagine it to be.  One boring plain grey lap blanket:
Still, it works.  Snuggling under it the other evening I even passed out for a short nap.  The early weekend starts to watch the rugby have been catching up on me... 
Poking about Pinterest, I've always wondered at the number of young single lasses with wedding planning boards (disclaimer: my wedding took about 4 days of planning and had 2 'guests', so I am aware that it is in fact me that is the abnormal one) or how many friends with tiny houses are pinning architectural inspiration from manor houses.  Still, I have to realise that I am much the same: I have a Clothes Inspiration board full of skirts and dresses, but am still to be found pretty much daily in t-shirt and jeans. I should probably be making more of an effort to be more like my Pinterest self.  
First up has been some minor home decorating and cleaning, though.  5 bin bags (trash bags) donated to charity from my son's room alone!  Plus the family photo wall has had some new additions (the blank one is awaiting pictures of the traitor's non-Welsh grandparents...).  I've got to find another frame for the one empty corner, too...

Translation of the Day:
UK English: colour = color in US English
That's a fairly simple one, but apparently one I forgot when making my 1st grader write out her spelling sentences.  Oops.  Actually, the American spell check on blogger has highlighted several words in this post alone.  Just this last week I was talking about the sledging to an American friend and she said, "Oh, you do call it sledging.  I thought that that was a typo in your e-mail".  People around here probably think that I'm a pretty awful speller - even 1st graders...