Purple is the new black. At least it is on my feet. I have to admit to wearing boots all year round, usually of the black biker type. But I'm loving my new ones which fit like the proverbial glove. I can't stop gazing at them which has resulted in a couple of collisions in the supermarket aisles. And I tripped over a dangling bootlace not long after this picture was taken, knocking the iron off its board in the process which left a suspicious looking large wet patch on the upstairs carpet. I'm a little bit ashamed to say I pointed the finger of blame at the cats. Well, one of them. Oh, come on, she'll get over it.
Off the needles, something small and cosy to match an equally teeny jacket, in self-striping colours the yarn shop owner referred to as 'camouflage'. Well, young as he is, you never know when the recipient-to-be may feel the need to just blend in.
Amber on the knitting needles. A simple seed stitch cowl, something easy to work on whilst telly watching. Nothing with subtitles, obviously, but more along the lines of Lewis or a Poirot repeat or Sunday night's From Darkness or the soon to be aired 'Nordic noir style' River, described irresistibly somewhere as Inspector Norse.
Lemon and pistachio tarts, courtesy of the Boy. Pâte sucrée, baked using ceramic beans. I've never used baking beans. I was beginning to think it was maybe time to pass on the patisserie baton. But then came The Day of the Macaron Mess, so that baton is staying firmly in my flour dusted mitt. For now.
Red leaves on the path near the shed. There's endless sweeping of dead leaves in the garden at the moment. (At the moment? It's a year round activity here in The Garden of Perpetual Autumn.) But these looked so pretty I left them.
The purchase of a substantial orange vegetable. In readiness for a bit of carving later in the month. Early, I know, but if you want a big 'un you have to get in quick round here.