Madness

I begin to doubt my sanity in attempting this second Hamsa scarf. Eight rows. EIGHT rows, that’s all I have managed. It’s not the sum total of knitted/tinked rows by any means.

*sigh*

It’s mainly a matter of eyesight, available light, and fiddly-slippery-ness. I a knitting on 2.75mm bamboo needles, which are far too blunt for this job as I am using 3/50NM yarn (3 plies of fine silk yielding 16 to 17 yards per gram.) It’s in a very pale silvery grey – it’s called Tinfoil – that I can’t distinguish very well at all. I badly need both new glasses and some metal needles. So I am putting this on hold until I get hold of one or other or both.

Never mind. As well as the dormant WIPS I have to clear, I now also have my Mingus socks on the go.

Recently, at the: Crooked House

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It’s a reasonable day today and thus we have the back doors standing open. This means that Chloé can come and go as she pleases (she refuses to use the cat flaps and expects us to give her ingress and egress via the sitting room window). We were taking a coffee break in between sorting out the van, when we heard a strange Chloé-type noise. I did not like it. I wondered if she hadContinue readingThanks!

Petunias always make me think of Dinghies

Petunias always make me think of Dinghies

It has been a busy day, not much time for anything. We walked the dog this morning but I took no photographs until I decided to take a few potshots in the village on our way back.

Recent movements of the: Deux Escargots