Bob and The Disaster

Two posts in one day, what ever next!

Today's second post was going to be about entirely about the first of two ripple baby blankets that I've been asked to make by my cousin who is expecting twins.

In an effort to hedge the gender bets I decided to go with a rainbow theme.  The blanket is still in its infancy, I have only finished the red to green rows on the first repeat.  Affectionately I've begun to refer to this blanket as Bob.  You see, if Bob Marley had ever felt the overwhelming urge to have me crochet him a ripple baby blanket then this one would be for him, I guess that's what happens when you choose the colours by artificial light.  I'm really hoping that as the colours progress it will become more rainbow and less Bob.  At the moment though I feel like I should go out in search of some cannabis to include when I hand the blanket over.

My cousin is never to know that I call the blanket Bob, she would not be impressed.

Bob (my camera really doesn't like the red end of the spectrum)

Anyway... this post has been hijacked so that you can read about the drama of the day.

I awarded myself a day off today and have been enjoying a nice, quiet, relaxing day to myself.  Everything has been going so well.  I made a coffee, lit the fire and got chatting to my lovely sister on the computer.  It is pouring rain outside but from where I am sitting its quite soothing listening to it hammer on the roof. 

Well, as time passed I began to get a bit chilly and thought that maybe I had put the fire out with the mountain of coal that I'd thrown on it.  Casually I swung open the door of the stove to check....only to be engulfed in a huge ball of flames!!

In the blink of an eye I'd singed off loads of my hair...and I mean loads...including my left eyebrow and eyelashes.  Perhaps this is divine retribution for laughing so heartily when my Big Man singed off quite a chunk of his hair. 

As I am alone in the house I can not possibly take a photo to show you, therefore, I have improvised with an artists sketch:

I hope you appreciate the effort that went into this sketch, especially in my current traumatised state.

So, it looks like I will definitely be knitting myself a willy hat after all!

xoxox Emma xoxox

PS Until today I had thought that singed was spelt shinged

but that of course would make it sh-inged...very Sean Connery