Almost two years ago, I decided to knit my mum socks for Christmas. This wasn’t the first time I had knit her socks but she actually wore the socks I had knit her on a whim so I decided she deserved more. What started as a single pair of socks, ended up turning into three pairs under the Christmas tree and started me off on the path to the Pewter Heel Socks.Continue reading Pewter Heel Socks
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.
I moved to Scotland in 2014, when the country was days away from voting in the Independence Referendum. The weather was being stereotypically Scottish in the mix of misty, grey and drizzle-y. The Scottish would call the weather a bit ‘dreich’, but at that point I hadn’t even heard of the word. I was wandering around bemused by how to pronounce ‘Buccleuch’ and ‘Cockburn’, two streets in Edinburgh that are essential to any student trying to meet up with anyone. My pronunciation made a resident of the city nearly cry. Oops?
Let’s step away from the actual work for a moment here. Put it down on the ground and slide it away. Everything is going to be fine.
For me, the past month has been a bit confusing with striking lecturers and snow days. There’s been good days but I’ve been meandering along trying to keep up with changing deadlines. As of yesterday, work has been submitted and I’m free to think of knitting! Come join me?