Yarny goodness

My yarn for the Evenstar arrived this morning. A good choice, I think. It has rather more bright blue in it than I expected but is overall a soft and tranquil mix of blues. The ply looks good, neither too soft nor too firm. A non-challenging lace weight at 800m/100g and the handle is soft. It should drape well. Although the yarn is named Glisten, it is not as shiny or as slippery as I had feared/anticipated. I had been planning to knit from the skein (mounted on a swift) but am now encouraged to try winding a skein into a ball. This I shall do forthwith, and embark upon The Swatch – in between assembling a chicken lasagne (weird, I know, but neither of us fancies popping out for some beef mince) and salad dinner.

Photos later.  It was bright earlier but things got in the way and by the time I was organised and the cat had been dosed… the sun had gone in.

I may have to manicure before I wind my yarn. I’ll go hunt for a nail file, then join Mr L in my workroom (where he is making a warehouse bulding in N-gauge), wind one skein off, and perhaps attempt photography of skeins with ball.

The quiz: our team came in a creditable fourth. Not so good as to be cringing with embarrassment, but good enough not to disappointed with out performance. SpinningGill’s team came in fifth place. Next year, the grudge match 🙂

Raffle haul: wine and chocolates.

The cat: still seems OK in himself. He had his first tablets this morning. The crushed offering, mixed in with chopped liver, was totally rejected. We therefore got him on the kitchen table, scruffed him, and deployed the pill popper. Wow! Why have I never acquired one of these beauties before? What a doddle! The first tablet, that is. Teddy was forearmed for the second one, but it still went down even if there was a little more fuss involved.

Recently, at the: Crooked House

Hot, hot, hot

I really am a poor blogger these days, aren’t I? Sorry. The notion that I would keep a Nature Diary here soon fell by the wayside. A pity, that. Perhaps I will try again next year, The thing is, we packed ourselves up and wandered off in the van again and when we came back we were, for various reasons, at a low ebb. Energy has been lacking and especially the mental variety. I amContinue readingHot, hot, hot

B-B-B-B-B-Bovril

B-B-B-B-B-Bovril

Having chosen to live in France, I try hard to live French. I really do not want to be that Brit – the one that moans how they can’t get such-and such in France or that some-other from the UK is better… Certainly, in my humble Brit opinion, there is so much here that is better than back in Blighty. Bread and butter for one two things, for instance. However, I do have a beef:Continue readingB-B-B-B-B-Bovril

Recent movements of the: Two Snails

It’s coming…

It’s coming…

We are getting ever closer to our new van. It is supposedly 13 days away. I say “supposedly” because we have been here before and I shall not quickly forget the horrors of last year when Mr Snail had to stay near Paris for several nights after travelling up on the train at 6am and… Continue reading It’s coming…

Well, that was unexpected…

Well, that was unexpected…

I was confiding that Heidi’s days with us are numbered, we had picked out our new van and that Mr Snail was taking her to Cognac to get a PX price… Things did not go to plan. Heidi was looking gorgeous, considering her age, and we both agreed that the fact that they had asked… Continue reading Well, that was unexpected…