Pewter Heel Socks

Almost two years ago, I decided to knit my mum socks for Christmas. This wasn’t the first time I had knit her socks but she actually wore the socks I had knit her on a whim so I decided she deserved more. What started as a single pair of socks, ended up turning into three pairs under the Christmas tree and started me off on the path to the Pewter Heel Socks.

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My1l and My1r

Recently, I released a sock pattern, Pewter Heel Sock, which uses a number of different increases. There’s the usual m1 (‘make one’) increase in both left and right leaning forms, kfb (‘knit front and back’) and pfb (‘purl front and back’). However, I’ve also snuck in a lesser known my1 (‘make yarn-over one’) in there too. A stretchier sibling of the m1, I think definitely deserves some more love…

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Christmas in June

This morning, I went off for a late breakfast with my friend and boyfriend. There’s a cafe down the road from where I live that does an excellent bacon and fried egg roll. After quickly demolishing my breakfast, I pulled out my Star Wars Jumper and finished the colourwork for the first sleeve.

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Second Jumper Syndrome

Today is the first proper Sunday I’ve had in a while. I’ve got a cup of tea, a croissant with homemade jam, and my desk is clear of practice exam papers. For the first time since January, I’ve picked up my jumper knitting. And then immediately opened six tabs to look at what yarn I want to buy for the jumper after this one.

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And now, the quarter’s ended

Last Sunday, I was up before 6am. Two buses and several hours later, I was in Dunbar. For a work trip where the description starts with ‘Sunday’ and ‘6am’, it was remarkably lovely. The actual work part was done at the start and end of my day, leaving me with several hours to wander the coast and find a sunny spot to knit.

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Expectation v Reality

Recently, I was in a taxi heading back to Aberdeen train station. The driver, a lovely chatty woman in her 50s, warmed up to me over the drive and we ended up covering everything from the weather to whether we were satisfied with our lives. We were coming from two different backgrounds and at completely different times in our lives to each other. But both of us, clearly, had that question simmering in our minds.

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