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.
Continue reading Cosmic and Spark
It’s a rare Scottish day here where I’m sat out in garden but purposefully in the shade. For once, being in the garden isn’t about following the sunshine as that’s the one spot where it’s not too cold to sit and knit. Instead, it’s absolutely glorious. There’s not a cloud in the sky and the main sounds are the trees which are moving in the breeze.
It’s perfect weather in the shade to knit on my Kate in sunshine yellow yarn I hand dyed earlier this month. When the sun eventually finds my spot, I switch to sock projects.
Continue reading Sunshine Sweater
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
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.
Continue reading The art of a proper morning
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.
Continue reading And now, the quarter’s ended
Someone has put life on fast forward. That’s the only explanation. We’re in March, and it’s a March that feels like Spring. Sure, I’m still on the sofa with a blanket on this Saturday morning, but that’s about comfort. What better way to knit than cuddled up, entertained by Sunday television and sipping tea?
Continue reading Blink
It’s quite late here and another week is about to start in the morning. It doesn’t feel like a week since last Sunday though I couldn’t even tell you if it felt longer or shorter. There’s been snow, and rain and a truly incredible amount of wind. All things considered, a good week to be thinking about blankets.
Continue reading Snow and Squares
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.
Continue reading New beginnings