Celebrating Sylly Suffolk

Two sides to every story in Sylly Suffolk

Sylly Suffolk

In old Suffolk, sylly didn’t mean foolish — it meant blessed. To the untrained eye, this blanket might look like it’s somehow planned (we can only hope). It is in fact a wholly stash busting project, that inevitably led to — more stash.

Of course it did!

Every new row tells a little tale of a previous creation. I like to think of this side of the single crochet being the right side. Do you? Two sides to every row, two sides to every story. The front’s for showing off; the back’s where the knots live.

Ain’t that the truth.

One minute it was a scarf, then a wrap then all of a sudden (in fact a few months later) it became a camp blanket.

Crochet, like life round here, isn’t always perfectly planned. It goes where it takes us. And today that was to this view of the Orwell Bridge. Enjoyed after a fortifying breakfast at the Outlook cafe bar at Foxes Marina. Brilliantly, our local is open once more with lovely George and Charlie giving us a wonderful welcome.

Crochet there it’s lovely.

And that, as my neighbour would say, isn’t wrong. It’s just different