Fuel: This year we have laid in a pile of logs. I am not convinced they will see us through to February, but at least we have made a start. I may start buying a few bags of wood from the petrol station and hiding them in the Bothy as second-line defence against FL's through-the-night fire-hugging addiction. Sssh - don't tell! He insists we have enough logs from our own trees.
Food: I am working through the contents of the freezer in preparation for a major re-stock. This winter, I hope to always have a week's worth of meal ingredients in reserve, in case we get snowed in. And we have twelve jars of runny marmalade in the cupboard. If all else fails, we can have toast for breakfast, lunch and dinner!
Garden: I harvested all three of my courgettes before the first frost - yes, you read that right: my nine plants produced three baby courgettes between them. I also collected two handfuls of broad beans from my 15-plant plot. So that's about two beans per plant - fabulous! I am seriously considering abandoning the veg garden next year: so much work for so little return.
The herb garden has done better. New flowers are still appearing, including a deep red hollyhock from seed planted at least two years ago, if not three: now that's what I call an incubation period! My tulip and allium bulbs are all in the ground. The garden has had its final weed for the season - you won't catch me out there again til the spring!
Wool: Despite extreme temptation, I came away from the Glasgow School of Yarn without adding to my stash. But I was torturing myself with the memory of the Skein Queen stall, where every colour glowed more tantalisngly than the one next to it... so I signed up for the email list.
Ha! A couple of days later I received an invitation to join the Queen's Surprise Yarn Club and was powerless to resist. Each colourway is inspired by a book or a film, so that will perk up my reading list too.
I have enough wool to last me at least two years. (Make that five: I have no shame.)
But I will knit more cardis!
And next year I am sure I can knit a pair of socks every month.
Just let me get Christmas over...
Fabric: I have the fabric I need "in stock" for several seasonal projects. Once Betty Jean is finished I will get back to sewing. The only vacancy in my stash is for coat-material. That's OK. No rush.
|Great Plains basic l-s top|
So this week I caved and bought three long-sleeved t shirts to see me through the season in presentable layers.
Otherwise, I fear I would have worn my black Audrey-esque trousers and polo-neck sweater every day from now until the tulips bloom. I really miss my short-sleeved blouse collection! I still need to stock up with tights and thermal vests...
Please don't tell me I could have sewn my own long-sleeved t's. I know. But by the time I found the fabric I wanted and sourced a pattern, it would have been springtime again. Life is too short. I was cold. And I need all my time for knitting. ; )
Shoes: Sensible black ankle-boots have been purchased. They are neutral, comfortable and immensely "safe". I will probably wear them every day it is cold or wet or windy but not actually snowing. Yawn.
But the same internet shopping basket contained a pair of burgundy wood-heeled "70's does the 40's" funky lace-ups. I wore them yesterday and they made me smile! And they were in the Sale. :D
Reading Matter: I have been loading my online wish-list at the local library, including the first two Skein Queen book inspirations. This is not a snow-proof plan, as the library is seven miles away, but at least it makes it likely that I will have at least one unread book on the shelf at any one time.
What am I reading right now? The Little Friend by Donna Tartt. My daughter insisted. It contains far too many snakes for my liking but I am almost done. I can't stop now.
And Fitness: This is an odd one to "stock up" with, but I really must ensure I go into the cold weather with some physical reserves. It has been too easy to get into the habit of letting the dog run along behind the car instead of walking out in the weather beside him. FL can no longer walk the fields for hours on end, but I have no excuse.
The other day I deliberately walked from the end of the road up to the farmhouse, lifting my knees high in the air with every step. I must have looked like an extra from a Monty Python film, but it was exercise. I could hear the ball and socket joints grinding with every movement. Not good. : (
What about you? Are you ready for winter?