Edinburgh has been looking rather pretty, if austere, the past few weeks. We’ve been treated to steel grey skies with occasional bouts of snow, which if we’re less kind was more like sleet. It made Christmas shopping more memorable especially when hurrying past the Castle trying not to freeze.
On a similar theme, there’s a pair of socks I’m excited to talk about. A few months back, I dyed up some self-striping Christmas yarn for myself. Not casting on right away was quite hard, I’ll admit. The first Advent Sunday was rather more tense than usual as I knit the first stripping repeat but isn’t Advent all about anticipation?
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I’ve got a rare week off and, typically, have come down with a cold almost immediately. It’s a bit of a blessing in disguise, being a wonderful excuse for remaining close to home with blankets, knitting and hot drinks. It’s been a bright November so far, with remarkably clear days but a certain bite to the air means I’m quite happy to enjoy it from inside while telling you about my newest knitting projects.
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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.
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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.
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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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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.
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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.
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It’s a little strange writing about new beginnings at the end of January. It’s the right month, but feels like shutting the barn door after all the horses have bolted. The new beginning has already happened, and in fact this is more of a moment to be reconsidering all the ‘new year, new me’. Only the truly scatterbrained, such as myself, would stop on the 27th January to think about new beginnings.
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