Ok, I have a very good reason for not posting on here for ages. I have been using Instagram to post instantly it is so much easier than writing on here as I can do it through my iPhone or iPad when I am away from home, which has been quite a lot recently. I have tried to post on here through my iPad and iPhone but I can't work out how to put a picture on. Confusing, confusing, confusing. Hang on stomach ache! Ok, fine now. I am extremly excited about the inpending or is it impending, anyway not so far off launch of my first book 'Janet Smith Can't Knit'. I can't bl**dy wait. I have worked incredibly hard to get it published, I hope it lives up to expectation. So far, from those who have seen it, Rowan, people who buy off Rowan, such as John Lewis, Create TV (?) there has been some really good feedback. That makes me so incredibly happy and warm inside.
These are some pictures that Rebecca Roundhill has taken for the book. There are three current designs that will be in the book, the rest are new designs. I don't want to show you those yet, I am talking again like someone is reading this. I catch myself sometimes writing on here like I am addressing the whole world is , I know the whole world doesn't care so apologies for coming across as being arrogant. Ok, just going to have to lie on the floor for a minute, ok back now.
To the left of the house, is a picture of a cat. Take a good look and let my friend Claire know if you see him. He has gone missing, he is called Oz. I hope there isn't a cat thief in Horsham, I know there is one in the Thornbury area. I lost Timothy, my dog once. I was very upset, the thought of possibly never knowing what happened to him really frightened me. He finally turned up a little old lady had found him and taken him home for some tuna. She was a bit nuts, and Timothy thought it too, I could tell, he rolled his eyes at me when she was talking to me, she was eastern european I think. I thought she was lovely, she worked at a dog rescue centre. I told Timothy he was lucky she didn't rehome him. He was very blase about the whole situation. That dog was so laid back, it was the death of him eventually. Didn't look both ways when crossing the road, the first I heard about it was when I was watching Total Recall with my stepdad (Pete)and someone called to say they had found him on the road. I was devastated. Pete was crying because I was so upset.
I have been teaching myself to crochet, it is incredibly addictive and now that I have all the knitting patterns for the book finished,I feel I can have a go at other craft, such as crochet and my hand quilting. Look how this is coming along, only taken me 4 years.
I am really enjoying it though and have already got big ideas for my next one. Ok enough about crochet and quilting, lets talk about Knitting book no. 2. Thoughts so far, book of cushions (not traditional shapes), baby (different- weird), jumpers (sloppy Joe shape but different), giants (use your imagination). I love the environment but am starting to resent losing, what feels like, an hour of my life every week sorting out the recycling. I have started to throw the odd piece of paper or piece of card in the black bin. I know it is wrong but I feel my life is taken over by bin management. Stand by, another quiliting picture coming up. All hand quilted by the way, I think I have already mentioned that. Should I have another crumpet? Yes, I distinctly heard someone say 'yes'.
Ok, one more quilting picture coming up then rubbish out then bed. My book launch/signing is possibly going to be at Waterstones in Weston Super Mare. I went in to see them yesterday whilst mum and I were in town and told them about my book, they were really keen on me promoting it in their store. It is all going so well, it is seeming too good to be true. For this reason I am expecting to die before it is finished. Ok, if anyone is listening out there and I do die, go missing or am unable to communicate due to a virus, then can who ever you are, please make sure my book is finished and published and all the profits go to my sister (Janet Smith). Also, could you put my rubbish out, you have to do it Wednesday night, because if you hear the truck (one of about 5 that come) on Thursday morning you nearly have a heart attack because there simply isn't enough time. Crumpet, I'm coming.