I suspect that if I lived in Victorian times, I might believe that there was dark magic in portrait photography. The disconnect between the ‘me in the photo’ and the ‘me that’s here’ still startles me.
I suspect that it’s something about the stillness; I don’t tend to be still for very long at all. I’m a person who tends to be in motion, at least with my hands. Give me something to write, to type or to knit. But when the knitting is done, a final step is to photograph the knit.
Continue reading Cinnamon (Rainbow – Orange)
Like many, I’m currently very full of cheese. My Mum, in her infinite wisdom, thought we might run short (ha!) and sent a us whole hamper for Christmas. Consequently, we’ve been very busy working our way through, with minor breaks for things like Christmas dinner.
Thankfully, this glut of lactose has not slowed down my knitting by too much. I’ve loved having the days free to knit to my heart’s content. I’ve got too many jumpers blocking around the house to do a final round up post quite yet, but I thought I’d think a little about knitting goals for 2022.
Continue reading Goals (& Stash, always Stash)
I’m coming to you from my favourite chair, curled up with a blanket and a hot water bottle. It’s getting late here and we’ve closed the shutters against the chill. It’s the perfect blanket knitting weather or perhaps a thick cabled jumper and I’ve got both to pick between.
Last weekend, we took advantage of being able to travel and wandered back around Linlithgow Loch. With the historic Palace in our eyeline, we sat and enjoyed some loch-side knitting.
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September is turning out to be in line with my predictions. There have been surprises – the sudden appearance of an additional two days of blue sky, warm sunny days for a start. But the mists and the steel grey skies and the yellowing leaves show the changing of the seasons.
The seasonal shift is one of many changes happening and a little knitting escape-ism seems in order. The prompt is ‘wand’, the project is the Spark socks and the conversation topic is toe up versus top down socks.
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Time seems to be the most precious commodity at the moment. Every time I look at the date it sends a shock through me. Crikey! We’re into the final third of the year and the season is starting to shift here into a more autumnal tone.
I rebel against change. It’s an instinct that I fight because I know the importance of change. But, sometimes, a little pragmatic rebellion on one aspect can help sooth the panic of too much change at once. In short, a walk around Dalkeith Country Park was in order.
Continue reading Dalkeith Country Park
I really need an escape right now. I shan’t moan but that’s my mental state at the moment. I’d take an actual escape (preferably to the Caribbean isle of St Marie from the TV show ‘Death in Paradise’) but I’m drawn to a different, more autumnal, fictional world for this escape. So, on the 1st September I’m off to Hogwarts for a special game of September Socks.
Continue reading September Socks: a game
This summer marks a strange anniversary. It’s been ten years since I learnt to knit socks.
The story of how I learnt is tied completely up with summer. I learnt while on summer holiday abroad, taught by my patient sister who kindly refrained from pointing out the yarn was entirely unsuitable for knitting socks. It was bright ocean blue, incredibly soft and had, I can only assume, negative nylon content.
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June was absolutely beautiful.
It was a strange month – I sat exams in May and got results in July. June existed in a sunny limbo, free of consequences but still trapped by the future. Thankfully, yesterday’s results were positive. Normal life jolted back into existence, complete with quiet Saturday mornings with my knitting.
But everything has changed because I’ve discovered dying yarn.
Continue reading Colour my city
It’s been that time of year again here where the heavy textbooks come out and I spend my time either studying or worrying about studying. Thankfully, it’s all finished for now. But in the midst of studying and stress knitting on a scrap blanket, I took some time to stare at my stash and think about how I want it to look in the future.
Continue reading Scraps & Stash Analysis
I sat in a coffee shop today. It’s been over four months since I’ve been able to do that and it felt like the luxury it probably is. Where I am, restrictions are starting to ease in line with falling cases. In the context of the world where I know this isn’t the case universally, the return to this one part of normality was incredibly bittersweet.
Having finished Vinterfjell by Skeindeer last weekend, I brought my new knitting project with me. It’s a steeked cardigan loosely based off the Pixelated Pullover by Jennifer Beaumont. The yarn is Baa Ram Ewe Titus, the majority of which I picked up in Glasgow around four years ago. It feels strange how much the world has changed since then.
Continue reading Beginning Dissolved