knitting ramble – Knits and Rambles

What would you knit again?

For the first time in a while, I’ve woken up to grey skies and a still morning. The past month feels like it has been full of blue skies and sunshine. In the mornings, before work and the stress of the day, I’ve drunk my tea and knitted in the early morning rays. Probably as a result, my newest jumper is {pretty much} complete.

I’m finding I’m quite sad about this. I only got to spend about a month with this jumper. I could knit another, but I’ve got another six patterns I’ve been waiting to try out. It’s all leading me to question, what would I knit again?

Spring of my heart

With typically bad timing, the Scottish weather has changed. There is now the chance of sunshine, though it’s important to note that even the optimistic weather forecast believes the chance to be low. In the moments when sunshine streams through my windows, I tend to seize the moment and climb out in to the garden and bask in it like a cat.

First Jumper – Winter Completed

In January, I had grand ambitions of knitting five jumpers this year. I had the yarn all picked out, matched to patterns (or at least pattern ideas to be designed closer to the time), and ready to go. After a few false starts on one jumper, I ended up picking up the purple and white Drops Alaska yarn and making a cropped, drop-sleeve, boxy jumper with just a little colourwork to keep things interesting.

Frogs away!

If I was clairvoyant, I would have sent out invitations this week to ‘Frog Party, Catriona’s House’. I’ve ripped out a, frankly, impressive amount of knitwear. Ranging from current projects to older and less used garments, I’ve decided to start afresh.

Sneachda

There are somethings worth waking up early for. Christmas morning is one, as are pancakes and going away for a holiday. I would, however, struggle to classify a Monday morning train to Aberdeen for work as being worthy of the early hour. From Aberdeen, I traveled onward to Ballater, a tiny village in the Cairngorms National Park near to the royal estate of Balmoral. The next morning, I woke up to snow.

A pile of potential projects

Yesterday, I found out I passed my exams. Two of the hardest exams I’ve ever sat are finished. It feels incredible. I start on the next two, equally hard exams next week. I was so convinced I had failed that I completely forgot about that little fact. It’s going to be back to studying for me. However, while Saturdays are going back to spending time with my calculator, crafting must go on! And I’ve planned quite a year.

The art of a proper morning

I find a strange amount of joy in things being ‘proper’. There’s a proper way for the day to get started in the morning which has to start with a nice cup of tea in bed. From there, a day will sadly diverge if it’s a weekday but a proper weekend has at least one day where there’s a slow and leisurely move to the sofa with a blanket and my knitting. There’s entertainment I would consider proper for such a morning, namely children’s animated TV shows or movies. It’s wildly improper to consider moving before lunch time.