Hiya! I guess you might not recognise me with this crazy tan I am sporting? My legs no longer blind people when the sun reflects off them. It’s a miracle.
I love local indie-dyed yarn. I love all yarn too, but there’s a special place in my heart for yarn dyed in the United Kingdom. I have had such good experiences with it. The quality, the ingenuity, and the price has made it incredibly attractive for me. I love buying it as I get to support local businesses and they often include personal touches that I adore. (Personal messages from the dyers are the best! How do they have time for that?) However, it can be hard to break into that perfect skein.
I arrived back in the country last Tuesday, exhausted and happy. You probably understand, holidays can be strange. There’s so much excitement in anticipation before you go and (hopefully) so much joy in the experience. Then, there is coming home. Continue reading A new start(er)
It’s time for a dash of a Stash Dash update! I am heading off to the sun though according to the forecast it is going to rain actually but that is also fine by me. I shall have my knitting, a few good books and a chance to wander a new city.
June is a travel month.
Hello? It has been a little while! How have you been? I have been finishing off the last of university. I speak to you now as someone who is no longer a student. I can not quite use the a-word just yet (**adult**, the word makes me shiver). I have one last long summer until I start work which I plan to travel and knit and generally have a great time. (The amazingness almost makes up for the existential terror.)
The day after I wrote the last post, two things occurred. The weather got infinitely better and I measured my swatch for Bonny by tincanknits. My gauge was so badly off, I needed to go out into the sunshine and forget about it.
It is a favourite trick of mine to work out the measurements of the garment should I knit it at that gauge. I discovered this trick when chatting to my mother about a swatch she had just knit.
I suffered a betrayal yesterday. I called my mother to ask for knitting advice and she told me to swatch. I know, how horrifying?
Dear me, I blinked and now it’s April. Apparently, this is what April looks like now:
I moved to Scotland in 2014, when the country was days away from voting in the Independence Referendum. The weather was being stereotypically Scottish in the mix of misty, grey and drizzle-y. The Scottish would call the weather a bit ‘dreich’, but at that point I hadn’t even heard of the word. I was wandering around bemused by how to pronounce ‘Buccleuch’ and ‘Cockburn’, two streets in Edinburgh that are essential to any student trying to meet up with anyone. My pronunciation made a resident of the city nearly cry. Oops?