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.


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

December Reflections 4: Red

December Reflections 4: Red

Nature is red in tooth and claw and nobody knows this better than a person that shares their life with cats… At 4 am today there was a thud, followed closely by another thud, and another. It sounded curiously like a rather fat cat pouncing on something. “Has Dusty brought some prey in?” The Crooked Man went to investigate. Dusty had indeed brought some prey in and when he saw his dad, he let goContinue readingDecember Reflections 4: Red

In a pickle

In a pickle

Shops are now open to sell anything on their shelves and we are no longer restricted to purchasing whatever some government official has deemed to be “essential”. We popped out to The Shed yesterday as I needed some parcel tape to package up some things that I need to be posting off. We had to hunt, it wasn’t in the Stationery section, but we eventually found it in the DIY area. It’s not of greatContinue readingIn a pickle

Recent movements of the: Deux Escargots

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post by mail. who is this user Beth Loft 86390, France

October 29, 2020 at 12:12PM

It’s mass migration time! #livereportingfromtheroad #france #autumn2020 #thelockdowndash