The Warburton Gallery is in India Buildings on Victoria St. An amazing space well worth popping into to check out if you are in town. And handy for the Central Library. The Warburton Gallery is an organisation that specialises in taking over underused buildings and turning them into arts spaces.
In howling winds (the bus was rocking!) made my way to Bert’s Bar for crafty meet up. My first in 3 or 4 weeks my usual routine derailed by lurgy and travel. A fine sprinkling of crafts including some yarn spun by one, a Kaffe Fassett knitalong, crocheting a string bag, and a crochet scarf for a giraffe. Granny Greens progamme here. Check out Ravelry for local groups to you.
On Sat I skipped the farmers market due to getting up very late and still feeling very grim. I went up to Loudens on Fountainbridge to have a brunch out instead in the company of the FT. Good thing too as I saw this. Student accommodation being built by private developers sounds benign until you discover a) the rents that are being charged for studio flats (£600-880 pcm) so for rich students only b) the quality of the housing stock we have in Edinburgh is going down the pan c) come areas are approaching well over 50% student population meaning a disinterested transient group begins to dominate and d) the developers are using this to sneak in even more holiday lets during the summer and xmas. The Cockburn Association covers this well here.
As I’ve been off work for a week- I have been indulging in comfort crafting. Comfort crafting is crafting to play with colour. Luckily the found ball of sock yarn lurking under bed was combined with 2 other balls to make a rather cheery granny shawl. Progress has also been made on repairing and upscaling a blanket for a nephew and a few squares for Knit-a-Square out of oddments. The only problem is that I’m running out of suitably soothing radio / tv programmes on the iplayer to zonk out of.
I’m day 11 of the lurgy. A friend confidently predicted that by Thursday I’d be feeling better. However I ventured out today to the supermarket lemons and coffee were running low. I made it back and felt wiped. So back to small comforts, filling a red tin teapot with lemon, ginger, syrup and hotwater, ill crafting – a granny shawl made from one ball of sock yarn found under the bed, one bought on my last trip out to a lunch and another plain yellow ball found while ferreting about in a bag. I’ve watched all the free Midsomer Murders I can find on the iplayer. Now to find something suitably undemanding for this evening.