One round stripes are forever linked to the ships & seaside cowl I knit for my mum in December 2013. That was the month I got my offer to study at the University of Edinburgh, incidentally enough. I was tired after a term of A-Levels and had big, horrible exams looming ahead of me. Over Christmas, I mentioned to my mum that knitting something might be fun and within about 2 minutes she had gotten yarn, needles and a pattern from her stash and I was knitting her a cowl she’d had her eye on. Child labour of the worst sort, honestly.
It’s been a while since I last wrote anything. In September, I started a new job and, three months later and five qualifying exams sat, I don’t know where the time went. I know I barely knit, instead turning to crochet. I often do that when I get stressed, as there is less for me to worry about and as I work row after row on my blanket. But in the back of my mind, just waiting for exams to be done, was a knitting idea.
Can we eradicate the jog that occurs at the start of a new round? Continue reading Colourwork Jogs
It’s 8 am on a Saturday here and it feels like I’ve had a lie-in. My university self would be so confused. I’ve decamped to the living room with my blanket and a cup of tea (a smoky Russian loose leaf tea situation) and there’s pain au chocolat in the oven again. But instead of carrying my knitting through, I picked up my trusty project from the last few weeks: my crochet blanket.
So apparently, I’m going for monthly updates at the moment. Oops. Oh well. August has passed in a blur of getting ready for my first adult job, and by getting ready I mean getting my fill of sleepy days wandering around in pjs. Edinburgh was lovely and rained most of the time so I could justify staying in and reading and knitting. Then the inevitable happened last Monday: my long summer ended and work started.
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)