Someone has put life on fast forward. That’s the only explanation. We’re in March, and it’s a March that feels like Spring. Sure, I’m still on the sofa with a blanket on this Saturday morning, but that’s about comfort. What better way to knit than cuddled up, entertained by Sunday television and sipping tea?Continue reading Blink
It’s quite late here and another week is about to start in the morning. It doesn’t feel like a week since last Sunday though I couldn’t even tell you if it felt longer or shorter. There’s been snow, and rain and a truly incredible amount of wind. All things considered, a good week to be thinking about blankets.Continue reading Snow and Squares
It’s a little strange writing about new beginnings at the end of January. It’s the right month, but feels like shutting the barn door after all the horses have bolted. The new beginning has already happened, and in fact this is more of a moment to be reconsidering all the ‘new year, new me’. Only the truly scatterbrained, such as myself, would stop on the 27th January to think about new beginnings.
One round stripes are forever linked to the ships & seaside cowl I knit for my mum in December 2013. That was the month I got my offer to study at the University of Edinburgh, incidentally enough. I was tired after a term of A-Levels and had big, horrible exams looming ahead of me. Over Christmas, I mentioned to my mum that knitting something might be fun and within about 2 minutes she had gotten yarn, needles and a pattern from her stash and I was knitting her a cowl she’d had her eye on. Child labour of the worst sort, honestly.
It’s been a while since I last wrote anything. In September, I started a new job and, three months later and five qualifying exams sat, I don’t know where the time went. I know I barely knit, instead turning to crochet. I often do that when I get stressed, as there is less for me to worry about and as I work row after row on my blanket. But in the back of my mind, just waiting for exams to be done, was a knitting idea.
Can we eradicate the jog that occurs at the start of a new round? Continue reading Colourwork Jogs
It’s 8 am on a Saturday here and it feels like I’ve had a lie-in. My university self would be so confused. I’ve decamped to the living room with my blanket and a cup of tea (a smoky Russian loose leaf tea situation) and there’s pain au chocolat in the oven again. But instead of carrying my knitting through, I picked up my trusty project from the last few weeks: my crochet blanket.
So apparently, I’m going for monthly updates at the moment. Oops. Oh well. August has passed in a blur of getting ready for my first adult job, and by getting ready I mean getting my fill of sleepy days wandering around in pjs. Edinburgh was lovely and rained most of the time so I could justify staying in and reading and knitting. Then the inevitable happened last Monday: my long summer ended and work started.