Blossom End Rot

The Blossom sock is in abeyance. I emailed the designer but still await a response. Close now to the point where I shall rip it out again and re-knit using a different technique. Needless to say , I’ve lost all heart on the Show front where this project is concerned.  Time is short too. We’ve been going though a difficult period and there has been no knitting done.

Flotsam

My Reclamation scarf is undergoing a light blocking today, so now constitutes an FO. Finished size is 50″ wide, 23″ deep.

Rhytidome

Just.don’t.ask.

OK?

It is still on the needles and that is about the best that I can say for it.

Summer Pudding

Coming along nicely, thankyou- though it seems endless. Currently on bobbin 3, about halfway through that. One more bobbin to go, then I shall make a 2 ply.

Other Stuff

I am on my own this week and hoping to get lots of “me” time. Plans include:

  • finishing the Summer Pudding
  • preparing photo prints for the Show
  • Some Nuno felting
  • A photo exercise
  • Tidying my craft room (yes, still!)
  • A large blog entry about my little friend Lulu

Spinning this week is at my favourite venue . I hope that the weather will be kind and that I can cycle there. If I can, there should be photos…

On Friday I would like to join Rod the Ranger at Doun Helzie – but fear that I shall take the more practical option and go shopping in Kirkwall, so that I can welcome Mr L home with a fine dinner.

Speaking of dinner:

Mr L elected to take his one smart jacket to Manchester. It has been in a suit bag for a long time. So long in fact, that it has undergone at least 3 house moves since last seeing the light of day.  This is no exaggeration: unsurprisingly it was a little creased and I had to press it – when I emptied the pockets I found a dinner receipt from Shear’s Yard in Leeds.  I trotted up to the office with it and offered it to Mr L as a souvenir. I asked him what the date on it was – 18 May 2001! I think we must have gone out for my birthday 🙂 It was probably the last time that we did anything like that until this year, when we went to Backaskaill,  again for my birthday.

Well, I can hardly claim that he never takes me out, can I? That’s twice in eight years – and I know for a fact that we also went to the pub . . . on the day that we got married. I think that was in 2001 as well, come to think on it.

His only comment was to say that it was the most that he’d ever spent on a night out, or ever will again.I guess there’s not all that much to look forward to then!

Ladies, be warned, don’t wed a Yorkshire man 😉