Forehead>Bloody Desk See the blood? SEE it???


It took all afternoon, but I ended up with an inch and a half of beautiful, soft, dusky pink, evenly neat ribbing.

I did the increase.

I did the knit row.

I put in the stitch markers (improvised from lengths of differently coloured yarns)

I knitted the first row of lace pattern

and knitted another row – ooh, it was looking lovely

I began the second row of the lace pattern and…

…it was wrong. Too many stitches. (already???)

I began to tink but found that I just couldn’t see the teensy tiny stitches. I need new glasses.

“I won’t mess,” thought I, “I’ll just rip it back to the rib, and start the lace again – but maybe not in the half light next time.” Eminently sensible, I’m sure

BUT (and there is always a but) I found the teensy tiny rib stitches just as difficult to deal with

“I won’t mess,” thought I, “I’ll just rip it out, and start again – but maybe not in the half light next time.” Eminently sensible, I’m sure (- and with a distinct sense of déjà vu)

BUT (and there is always a but) it’s cashmere lace, isn’t it? And it does NOT take to being unpicked and re-knitted.

I cast on again and have done a few rows but it looks like a dog’s breakfast now.

The yarn is too expensive to throw out the length that I unpicked. I shall have to live with it and assume that it will all come right in the wash.

One thing is for sure: no more knitting on these mittens unless I am as fresh as a daisy and the ambient light is good. And, when I do knit on them, I shall be working very slowly and very carefully.

It’s the knitting goddess again, isn’t it? She’s beating me up because I am supposed to be slipping and cabling.


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A Month in France: Nothing is Lost

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Recent movements of the: Deux Escargots

October 22, 2020 at 01:21PM

Ah, the windy highway. The last time we came down here our awning blew open… Thankfully it’s not even close to being that windy today. Phew. Not so good now that the tolls have been removed and there are HGVs to contend with. A bit macho, your Spanish lorry driver.. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020

October 22, 2020 at 12:22PM

Rather a different day today but still warm, with 24 degrees expected by the time that we reach Ribamar. Those Happy Hour beers will be tempting. Shopped this morning before leaving, to find the Christmas Turron had arrived overnight. I confess; we spent an inordinate amount on Turron and chocolate. #livereportingfromtheroad #Spain #autumn2020