Today has something of the flavour of Spring about it. The sun is out, there is little wind, and some actual warmth is detectable in the wan yellow rays. To be honest, thoughts have been turning to Spring for several days now – since I noticed the birds are more active and the ducks have begun to pair. Mr and Mrs Duck are back in the bog again this year. The geese seem to be massing too, the field adjacent to us was smothered in Greylags yesterday, though none are apparent today. They will not have gone yet. I imagine that after the snow and ice we have had recently the geese are a little on the skinny side – they will need some fat on them before they undertake their long journey. But one day I shall wake up and realise that it has been several days since I saw or heard a goose, and they will be gone, and summer will be coming. They always seem to simply vanish. I never seem to see them go.

Spring seems to be getting into my veins too. I have a definite unsettled air about me. I seem to be suffering a bout of planning and forward thinking… and ambition. In short, Niebling is in the air. Again. Maybe this time something will materialise.

I blame the Citron.

Let’s face it, every now and again a little idiot knitting is just what I need, but too much stocking stitch can drive a girl insane.

My version of the Citron would be almost complete, if I were knitting it as written. I’m 8 rows into 20 of the fifth (“final”) repeat, with the ruffle remaining. However, if you remember, I have 880 yards instead of 470. I made a spreadsheet which tells me that if I have 187% of the yarn requirements, I can achieve seven pattern repeats – with some extra length in the ruffle as well. That means that instead of being 60% done, I’m around 32% there – and already punch drunk with stocking stitch.

I can't get an accurate colour representation of this yarn...

Is there any wonder that my thoughts keep turning to Lyra?

Some while ago I was discussing the idea of knitting doyleys rather than shawls – for practise and for economy. I’m still inclined in that direction but I am finding that I am blocked by my fear of crochet cotton. Is it just the “C” word that is doing it? No, I don’t think so – but I do have to admit to an amazing ignorance of crochet threads. I just do not  understand the sizings and don’t have a clue what to purchase – or, importantly, how much.

Can anybody help me out? I’m finding that the stuff I can buy is sized according to some different scheme to that used by the threads called for in patterns that I look at. Example: The Rose of England tablecloth that I would like to tackle, calls for “12 balls of Crochet Cotton No. 60, or 10 oz. of Linen thread No. 60.”

What is “No 60” ?

And what does this: “This is an 8 gauge cotton or 10/3cc” mean? I am sure that Texere mean to be helpful. It’s not their fault that I am a crochet dunce.

If I toddle off to KCG Trading, I find crochet thread in 5s, 8s, 10s etc. Is “60s” the same as “No. 60”? and what does this mean in terms of figuring out how heavy the thread is and suitable substitutions to make? How do I calculate yardage?

Then there is the whole minefield of the type of thread. What are Mercer, Aida, Lyric? How do I translate the “DMC Cordonnet Special Size 30″  required for Frosted Ferns into something I can actually buy in Kirkwall?

If I wanted to knit something with a silky feel and a definite gloss to the finshed article, what would I use?

Please – are you a crochet geek, dear reader? Can you help me?

Isn’t it hilarious how the “C” connection can make me panic and feel totally useless, even when I am planning a knitting project?

The Evenstar KAL begins on Friday. Perhaps that will answer my need for some twiddly bits and provide balance with the stocking stitch Citron. Perhaps I can stop my lusting after doyleys soon… *sigh*

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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 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

One Comment

  1. February 7, 2010

    For crochet cotton knowledge, I suggest you ask Mrs B. 🙂

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