Inglorious twelfth

12th August and no dinner party to cook. Even after all these years.. how many? er… 25?!?!?!? I still feel the thrill of this freedom. Good grief. Really? Twenty-five years? Blimey. How things do stay in our psyche.Once a servant, always a servant – perhaps. Though I would like to think not so.

Swallowtail Progress

I am already past the point from which I frogged this morning and things already look much better. I have just put a lifeline in – in case of later memory lapses. I really could not bear to start this thing again. Why is it the simplest patterns that cause the most grief?

Wakey, wakey

Remember the Swallowtail Shawl? I woke it up this morning and began knitting on it again. There was something wrong. I took it back, thinking I had started on the wrong side when I began again. But that didn’t fix it. I tinked  and I tinked and I tinked… …then I frogged. I think that …

I must not cast on, I must not…

What with the size 30 cotton and the two latest Colourmart yarns, it is very difficult to keep off the pattern search. I am dying to cast on something horribly complicated and l a r g e … and totally impressive. But I must not. I have an attack list and I must stick to …

Slowly…

My long 2mm DPNs arrived today and I transferred the doyley onto them and then managed a couple of rounds of knitting. 44 rows completed and 13.22% done. Can you tell what it is yet? The long needles are very unwieldy. They will take some getting used to. Also in today’s post:  a large ball …

Currently…

Spinning: A merino roving from The Yarn Yard – my last in my stash, not counting a pencil roving from the same source. I’m considering knitting the pencil roving into a tea cosy if I can track the pattern down. I’ve not had much success thus far. Also spinning: carded Shetland natural fleece, in a …