Dreich or Drookit? That is the Question...

Dreich. Drookit. And the best fitting word of all; Smirr. That wretched, hazy, mist of a rain that's like being trapped in a cloud and slowly but surely seeps into the bones. That is exactly the kind of weekend we've had in the Lothians. A plowetery kinda weekend.

Still, we did get plenty of walking in, but nothing particularly grand. Missy dislikes this grim weather as her undercoat gets damp and then she's a bit cold and soggy for the rest of the day, so shes been reluctant to go out. Cuddles on the sofa was most certainly the way she wanted to spend the weekend, not trudging through mud wondering just when we had signed up as extras to a Silent Hill movie...

Missys preffered habitat, cuddles under the blanket

Still, its been a good opportunity to get on with some sewing - not one, but two big projects out the way this weekend:

A new quilt for Missy made with the leftovers of the king size quilt I made for myself (rather pleased about that!) and a backpack for myself. Its my first attempt at a back pack and I'm very pleased with it - one or two things I would do differently next time (a stiffer fabric for the lining being one) but still super happy. Expect to see more in the future!

We did manage to have fun this weekend too - the hubby and I had planned road testing my new picnic hamper and decided that, since there was no point in shivering around a castle pretending to have a nice day, we'd just have the picnic indoors. Bring spring and summer to us, as it were! 

On went the lazy summer tunes playlist and we popped open a bottle of cloudy lemonade before enjoying our sandwiches and sticky buns. Missy did us proud by not trying to eat up all this food that technically was on the floor and patiently waited for us to pass her bits. She did have her own goodies in there, but they didn't last long!

Perhaps next weekend will fare better.