Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale… a tale of a fateful trip…
That started from a frosty farm and went significantly WRONG when I misread the itinerary that my EA printed out for me, and I’m now marooned in our national airline’s Business lounge, soaking up a VLLB* and the Flying Marsupial’s free internet.
Noting that the flow on effect of my *ahem* misreading is … get this: 5 hours.
(And it gets noticeably worse)
My two yarn-based Travelling Projects? ………………………………………………….. are in Checked Baggage**.
I’m bored out of my skull at the 2 hour mark.
So I’m industriously warping the minds of my fellow Club squatters going through my collection of photos of items that defile the sacred name of Crochet, making muttering noises to myself: No, no, HAHAH – no, can’t use that, just done a Bikini, no, no, used already, no, <WARNING!! OUT OF VLLB ERROR> no, no, no – Ooooh.
And then I found the topic for today.
Russian Crochet. (If you’re a Lolcat fan – there’s a whole “In Soviet Russia” line to go down. See you when you get back)
Now – first of all – there is a LOT about the array 0f Russian Crochet magazines to adore.
Ok… yes, they’re in Russian and no, I don’t know why she’s standing like that…
Yes, the majority of it is in Thread.
Which, for some people, is like admitting that you commit specific acts with chickens.
However dot dot dot
Some of the creations are just divine and the biggest safety tip is not to allow your mother to see them lest she get ideas for a nifty throwover.
On the other hand….
When you look a bit closer… or you swap a plate of home made meringues for a translation of said Russian text by a Ukrainian workmate’s Grandmother….
You’ll notice that unlined Irish lace tops are, whilst delicate and gorgeous, veritable gateways for nipples to poke through.
(you will see if you click on the link… for the sake of Innocents everywhere, I’ve made it a thumbnail – you can click at your own risk of having to explain to whomever)
Edited to add: for some reason the thumbnail thing didn’t work. i’m SORRY! Okay!!!
And my god – a lot of you tried clicking it….
* Vodka, Lemon, Lime and Bitters.
** Dont start about Airline regs please. In the Sunburnt country, land of Sweeping plains – we are not allowed to travel with pointy things in carry-on. I have travelled with guns, have travelled with diplomatic pouches, and am NOT allowed to travel with anything so benign as a 4mm Bamboo hook in my backpack. Go figure.