Oh! So that’s where…

And as October is WIP-busting month, I have a sock by my bedside. The much-loathed Herringbone Rib socks are (slowly) moving forward again.

Now, some long time ago, I finally purchased myself a needle gauge. It is a wondrous item – it measures not only metric sizes, but also Yankee ones. Not only that, it also supports Imperial Britain (go, Victoria!). It does all this while both measuring length and gauging tension. It doesn’t even stop there – it cuts yarn as well!

Bet you wish you had one too, don’t you?

Well so did I, when earlier this year I discovered that I had lost it. I couldn’t think how this had come about – I checked ALL of my many project boxes and bags. It was nowhere to be found. It was not in my workbasket, nor in any of my plastic crates. I was pretty sure, as sure as it was possible to be, that it wasn’t even lying unloved among the distributed wreckage in that room which laughingly poses as my “workroom.”

I reached the conclusion that I had perhaps left it behind at spinning one week and began to ask if anybody had seen it.

And what has this vaguely interesting but rambling story got to do with anything at all, let alone WIP-busting and sock-knitting?

I got into bed with my sock and I  reached for my copy of Knitting Socks with Handpainted Yarn in order to refresh my memory on that awful rib pattern. The book fell open at just the right page.

Of course it did. I was using my needle gauge as a book marker!

Anyway, the sock progresses. I couldn’t bring myself to do more than two more rows of rib, so I began the heel flap last night. Can’t help but feel that I should be busting WIPs that are more readily achievable. These socks are not going to be complete by the end of next October, let alone this one.

Ravelry Project: Tay-lor-made

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Bare Naked

Bare Naked

We are home again, after a month-long trip away. A trip during which I completely failed to get my laptop out. It was good to come home. We were driving along, close to Le Dorat at the time, when I felt that “aren’t we fortunate to live in such a lovely part of France” feeling washing over me. I had a sudden urge to invite all my friends to come and stay and to shareContinue readingBare Naked

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

I am lagging on the Month in the Country prompts, and lagging badly at that. I have a list of prompts t be caught up on and I shall be working my way through them here, or at Scattered Thoughts depending on where the post most naturally sits. I have elected to tackle the prompts not in date order necessarily but to seize upon prompts that offer me space in which to write down the things that I am feeling the need to say. Even if I need to crowbar it in. The thing is, I am going to continue to be short of time and space in which to write and so a two-for-one is useful and I hope to do as many of those as I can. Seems like a plan? … Continue readingA Month in France: Nothing is Lost

Recent movements of the: Deux Escargots

October 29, 2020 at 12:12PM

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

October 29, 2020 at 10:24AM

An interesting morning. Up and at ’em we went to Intermarché to fuel up and to buy some food for when we arrive home. They were queuing outside the door for what appeared to be controlled entry. There were queues for fuel too. “We’re not that desperate” we said and set off for home. It… Continue reading October 29, 2020 at 10:24AM