( family nods vigorously)
I'm known in the local charity shop as "The Cherry Picker".
But that's o.k.as it means that they get my money.
I love the chase of the charity shop bargain, and my big obsession of the last few years has been....
........tartan car rugs and knitted and crotcheted throws.
I counted up recently and stopped when I got to well over twenty!
There is something so comforting about a rug over the knees.
Some of my family being ever so much younger than I am, love it as well!
That in itself is very comforting.
I even have a square of Donegal Tweed from the master weaver, in Kilcar I think, which my sister Rosie made into a poncho in the '70s. It's over printed and not available any more so quite a rarity.
So what is it really about these rugs that draw me in to the second-hand and charity shops.?
Is it the Scot in me that longs for the highlands and islands?
Apparantly one ancient relative came from Skye around the same time as Bonnie Prince Charlie.
Maybe it's a subconscious need to keep warm in these northern climes When the chill winds whistle around the house and the draughts creep under the doors of this old building.
We collect the wools and knit and crotchet them in bright pattern to cheer up the worst of the cheerless times.
These are the two latest treasures to be added to the pile. Bought a couple of weeks ago and washed and already adding comfort to the chair that I sit in to write my blogs!
I'm not fussy about the quality of the yarn used to produce a rug such as this one.
In the same way that a painter would use mixed medium to produce a desired result,
I love the fact that this creative person grabbed any type of material available as long as it gave the combination required.
Of course that often leads to an unstable finished piece....I like that...life can be rather unstable...cope with it!
Oh and by the way, I like cushions , nearly as much as rugs.
I'll get round to that one day!