knitting ramble – Knits and Rambles

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.

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.

A long summer jaunt

To address the elephant in the room, oops it’s been three months? How? A common theme for me in this past year has been ‘where has the time gone?!?’ and lately has been no exception. But I’ve been to a few pretty places, have a little knitting to show off, and a tiny bit of news.

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.

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.