So, last weekend I escaped for the inaugural annual sanity sewing circle girls weekend. My sewing group (which kind of fell apart this year due to my reno and general domestic hoo-ha for the other girls) were all still very keen to take some time out to recharge our worn out mama batteries.
It had dawned on me that while renovations are exciting (in a nausea inducing kind of way) they are also very, well BROWN. As in brown mud, brown timber, brown sawdust, and brown dirt and dust everywhere. And whilst I like the colour brown (it's black I'm not friends with) one can have too much brown. Especially in winter, when the days are equally grey.
For a colour lover like me, all that brown is a big ask. And a weekend of riotous colour was just what the doctor ordered for my cranky pants mood.
With two of us able to crochet in a basic fashion and one keen to learn we headed west for the Jumpers and Jazz festival in Warwick. We booked into an all day crochet class and had grand plans to go op shopping (regional are always the best), sleep in, wear coats, scarves and boots, slurp hot chocolates, stay up late chatting and soak up eyefuls of glorious yarnbombing. It exceeded all our expectations and the drive home late on Sunday was filled with plans to go back next year.
For me, it was the perfect combination of gorgeous architecture and colourful woolly goodness.
The deciduous trees dotted either side of the main town street had each been claimed (by either groups or individuals) and had been adorned by either crochet,
or recycled plastic.
Several had been done solely by children.
And some were just, ahem, interesting.
There were some gorgeous little shops to explore.
And pretty things to covet, (but not purchase as unfortunately I have other porcelain items to throw wads of money at, you know the white vitreous china versions essential to a functional bathroom).
There were tiny details everywhere. Some required you to look up high.
Some were down at your feet.
Roboboy declares this his personal favourite, after spending an eternity trawling through all my photos.
And Liongirl predictably chose this one.
And I have to admit, this little yarny badger was pretty darn cute.
Me, I'm not sure I can choose a favourite, but I do have a few more to share in another post.