Picnics and procrastinating.

It's so tricky working out what to do with N at the moment. It's meant to be summer, but twice this week I've left the house with us both in t shirts, and been forced home when the skies have opened and I've realised I haven't got the pram cover.

And yesterday we started the day in waterproofs, and were both sweating to death halfway into town as the blistering sun came out.

It was while hanging out in the garden on an ice cream hot day that I decided to start crocheting a granny blanket, so we'd have something lovely to sit on to play, or have a picnic on.

We've been using the ground sheet from the tent and, although practical, smells like the inside of a welly, which doesn't really conjure up a rustic, homely atmosphere.

I'm loving crocheting again. And it's something I can do when I've got a spare half hour, or watching TV. It's made hours of watching Revenge on telly feel productive. I'm using odd bits of yarn that I've got left over from other projects.

Although I started off going great guns, I've lost some of the momentum as the blanket grows. It now takes the best part of 40 minutes to crochet a row. But I'm thinking of it as more of an ongoing project. One of those things I can pick up and chip away at, instead of working to a deadline.

I guess it can always be used as a lovely rug to snuggle under watching films in the winter.

And a picnic blanket for next year.

If you would like to make your own, it is super easy and suitable for beginners, you can find the pattern here.