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.Continue reading First Jumper – Winter Completed
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.Continue reading Sneachda
This morning, I went off for a late breakfast with my friend and boyfriend. There’s a cafe down the road from where I live that does an excellent bacon and fried egg roll. After quickly demolishing my breakfast, I pulled out my Star Wars Jumper and finished the colourwork for the first sleeve.Continue reading Christmas in June
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.Continue reading Second Jumper Syndrome
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.
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 suffered a betrayal yesterday. I called my mother to ask for knitting advice and she told me to swatch. I know, how horrifying?