Busy, Busy, Busy...

Seeing as I've been absent for so long I thought I'd catch you up on what I've been up to!
Dennis the Dragon is now finished although he's rather wonky. Somehow I managed to get two slightly different wing shapes even though I followed the pattern. Don't ask me how I managed it, I have no idea! lol

I'm also knitting a hat, it has a bit of pattern to it, which is something I hadn't tried before. It's coming along although rather slowly. Those of you who know me know I have a rather short attention span. As well as the hat I'm trying to knit a bunny for a friend. The problem is that so far I haven't found a bunny pattern I like. Me being me, I decided to have a go at creating my own bunny. Now this can go one of two ways. I'll either get a beautiful, slightly wonky (based on past toy making experience) rabbit... or I'll end up with a complete disaster. Seeing as I've never knitted without a pattern before I'm thinking the second outcome is most likely. I'll share the results with you once it's finished though so you can see how I do :)

As for the allotment, I haven't been round there for a while now due to the snow. I'm hoping it'll be nice enough weather to get back round there soon as I now have the stakes to make the compost frame.

And finally, I managed to start writing again. I've really struggled to write anything since coming back home from university and was starting to panic about my dissertation. After having a nose about on the internet I managed to find a bunch of pictures to use as a basis for my setting and the snow was also a really good writing boost; you'll notice it's influence in the extract below :p

The following is the start of draft one of my dissertation, Swan Song:

Chapter One

Niamh pushed back her duvet and shivered.  It was too early and definitely too cold to think about getting up, but a sound from her brother’s room had woken her and now she couldn’t get back to sleep.  She shivered again and forced herself to get up and grab a pair of socks and a jumper from the open suitcase by the window.  

      Snow had fallen overnight; stealthily covering the world in a thick, crisp blanket.  Niamh pressed her head to the window and blew on the glass.  After a moment or two she stood up straight, drew a sad face and rubbed the cold from her forehead.  Her parents’ car had already gone, and from the smooth surface of the snow she guessed they had probably left before the snow had even started.

      Snow was meant to make places look beautiful, like on a postcard, but at Swan End the snow only succeeded in making the estate seem lonelier.