Inbetween all the Christmas festivities I have been knitting and embroidering away on a project which is really just for the fun of it. This is Our House ... In the Middle of Our Street. (Is that song is known outside the UK?)
I really love the house where I live. Nearly all the best bits of my life have happened while living in this house. Despite its age, over a hundred years, it is cosy in winter, and lovely and cool in the summer.
When my husband and I moved in, our elderly neighbours who had lived next door for many, many years, told us that this house had always been a lucky house (especially for babies, wink, wink!). And that proved true.
I was mainly inspired by the grey/pink flecked wool, which I have been using for another project and had a little left over, and thought would be perfect for the brickwork.
This is a slightly simplified, and idealised version of my house. Although I have tried to stick fairly strictly to reality, our house does not always have window boxes in full bloom, or a pink rose climbing up the back. It does have a spike on the front, whereas a lot of the other houses in the street have lost their spikes over the years. And the front bay window and door are pretty true to life. Also there is often a little black cat skulking around and a pigeon on the roof.
The sizes of the windows also went a bit wrong, but I sort of like the wonkiness, which reminds me of the crooked house in the nursery rhyme.
My family kept coming up with other ideas. A satellite dish on top would be funny, or a bicycle parked at the side. So I may have a go at another house. I hope you like this project, which is going to sit for a while on the mantlepiece in the real house.