This is the tangle of yarn that tumbles out of one of my cupboards when I open it. It is buttery soft Twilley’s Freedom that has lived there, in a tangle, since I tried crocheting it into a chevron stripe rug. Do you know how many rows of a chevron stripe rug you can crochet out of a single ball of Twilley’s Freedom? One. It would have cost almost as much as Abby’s yearly school fees to pursue a queen bed size chevron stripe crochet rug in this yarn. I abandoned it.
This is my teapot. It would be ever so nice to be able to tell you that I always make my tea in a teapot – one that has sat warming whilst the kettle boiled, a fine bone china cup by its side. But that would be a dreadful lie. Abby and I almost always share a teabag – we both like it weak. But this morning – no teabags. And yet – lots of tins of tea – gifts from family and friends who clearly assume I make my tea in a teapot.
This morning – no choice. The tea was made in the teapot and muchly enjoyed. However, before I got to the bottom of all that tea, it went cold. Such a shame! There were three good cups in there. Thus – the tangle of yarn.
Out came the trusty crochet hook – I chained until it fit, joined it in the round and added another row of single crochets for a snug collar.
Then continued adding rows of single crochets with increases as needed – stitch, stitch, increase, stitch, stitch, increase – and so on. To start with, most rows were yanked out and stitched again – needed to get my bearings and all. And despite crossing my toes (fingers otherwise occupied), the orange didn’t make it and had to be ripped out. Hmph! Such a shame.
Never mind – plenty of blues and greys and just enough pink for a bit of liveliness. When I reached the sharp curve back in at the bottom – stitch, stitch, decrease, stitch, stitch, decrease – and so on. And a bit more yanking out and redoing. Crochet is so forgiving.
Didn’t really look like much when I’d finished – specially where the funny hole was for the handle. But a quick bit of needlefelting changed that …
Ta-da! A teapot cosy – specially made for my teapot which has never conformed to the many teapot cosy patterns I’ve bought over the years. When confronted with that enticing Ravelry screen, I never remember the shape of my teapot. Of course, such forgetfulness (stupidity?) would be easily remedied by a quick trip to the kitchen, but that always seems like too much effort when flaked out on the sofa.
And I like how it kind of hooks up to go over the handle – adds a dash of something.
Might just inspire me to use up the tea leaves after all and give those teabags, with their ludicrous amount of packaging, a rest. I shall give the cosied teapot a test run this afternoon with a thick wodge of Christmas cake and butter and let you know ;-)