Six weeks without knitting ... it's snow joke

Having celebrated the unusually early snowfall in Dublin in an earlier post I'm now feeling distinctly less joyous about it. I have joined the growing number of people queuing up at A&E with weather related injuries, in my case a fractured wrist :-(

I'm feeling a lot better than I was on Wednesday when I had my fall, but the realisation that I am facing six knitting free weeks is starting to hit home! The situation got so desperate over the weekend that I turned to crochet. (Apologies to all those crochet devotes out there but its just not my craft.) I have just about mastered the art(lessness) of one handed crochet and am making my slow way towards a (very small) bag. So will the experience kindle a love of crochets? I'm not sure, I fear the experience will just associate crochet with my fractured wrist.

On a more cheerfully note the lovely R took me out for a jaunt on Sunday to Dublin's newest wool shop, the fantastically names Winnies Wool Wagon in Blackrock. [Which included an exciting navigating role for me, but I wasn't quit up to the technological challenge of google map, oh, for a tradition paper map.] Winnies is a beautiful and tempting shop full of a lovely range of wools to suit all tastes and budget. The back room is a delicious cafe serving yummy cakes and sandwiches. All in all a great day out, even if I didn't buy any wool, despite R's peer pressure.

(Sorry about the lack of photos, I didn't have my camera with me, but R did, so hopefully better pics will follow).