Why Coastal Crochet?

So why have I called this Blog ‘Coastal Crochet’? Well, since 2011 we have lived on a cliff top location on the south coast of England and we adore our coastal spot. I am constantly inspired by our coastal surroundings. How different the sea looks from day to day. Bright blue on a crisp winters day to hazy turquoise when it’s hot. Dull grey when it’s cloudy, raging waves when it’s windy and not even visible when the sea mist rolls in!

When I’m crocheting I’m never far from the sea- I’m so lucky to live so close to an easily accessible beach and taking my crochet with me while I sit on the beach (there are many rock pools for the children and dog to make their own entertainment) is a wonderful thing. So when I think of my crochet, it is often in relation to my coastal living so ‘Coastal Crochet’ is born!

As for beachcombing, how wonderful it is to look for treasures washed up on our shores and we have found all kinds of treasures- sea glass, driftwood, fishing nets, crates and buoys to name just a few (not to mention the odd wellie, fishing rod or sandal!) And being creative by nature, we have turned these finds into crafts in and around our house:

Our ‘Beach Garden’ filled with treasures found on our local beach!

Look at those crocheted coasters on a little table we made from driftwood.

I love creating personalised signs from pieces of driftwood!

I’m so pleased with my new ‘Coastal Crochet’ sign which I have recently completed by crocheting numerous lengths of chains and then arranging them on a beautiful piece of genuine driftwood we found.

But more about Crochet I hear you ask?

Well, for those of you who read my post from last week you will recall I mentioned a childhood of things being made for me. And look what I found!! My mother crocheted  my brother and I this clown finger puppet in the 1980’s and here it is photographed on our cliff top. The clown was one of a set of four finger puppets (I remember a girl and a lion but can’t remember what the fourth one was). Neither my mother or myself know where the other three are. It is only the clown that remains and I think it will certainly become a family heirloom…I won’t be letting him get lost!

The crocheted Clown my mother made for me!

Happy crocheting! Till next week….