Homework and Fieldwork
I don’t mind doing it in public. I quite enjoy the curiosity and sometimes admiration that doing my thing elicits and I am not ashamed. In short, I am not a secret knitter. (more…)
I don’t mind doing it in public. I quite enjoy the curiosity and sometimes admiration that doing my thing elicits and I am not ashamed. In short, I am not a secret knitter. (more…)
One of these days, I am going to learn to do it sideways. Yes, I admit that I have experimented with it that way once or twice, but haven’t quite got the hang of it yet. I know it is possible and not that complicated but I think I need to be shown how to do it properly.
I’m in love! Well, actually it’s more that I’m in covet – in the worst way.
I’ve knitted with all sorts of needles – straights, DPNs and circulars, metal, plastic (urgh!) and bamboo, but most recently my utterly lovely KnitPro Symfonie Wood needles. They are laminated Birch wood, smooth, funkily coloured and, most importantly, feel really good to use. I can even overlook the spelling of “Symfonie” without the merest hint of a wince.
There are so many projects on my wishlist that I would really like to make, but I know most are unlikely to ever be completed, if indeed they are ever cast on. I know this with certainty because I know I am not good at finishing things. I have reached a level of self-knowledge that now makes me determined to persevere with those projects that I do start, but equally determined not to start things I know I won’t finish, because I lack the huge amount of will-power to overcome the boredom “wall”. Conversely, not starting them has me gazing covetously at others’ finished objects. What’s a girl to do! (more…)
Just got back from History Boot Camp. Well, “just got back” in the sense of: arrived, unpacked car and trailer, put stuff away, got some laundry on the go, had baths to scour off the grime and mud, got a curry in and tucked into a glass of wine in front of Foyle’s War. (This is being written in the breaks).
What a fab weekend! I’ve tried all sorts of things, brought back interesting things (and mud) and am totally exhausted. The weather was gorgeously warm and sunny, during the day, at any rate. The nights were still somewhat nippy, as you’d expect, but a good excuse for a roaring campfire.
Home-made bread is always irresistible, but today’s was positively heavenly, even if I do say so myself. Smoky baguettines, fresh from the oven, to accompany the griddled chicken and salad for dinner.
Not content with leaving the chocolate egg purchases until virtually the last minute (and missing out on the lovely big Lindt eggs), I’ve only just done the traditional Polish decorated eggs.
Admittedly, it has been some time since I actually did this – umm, more years than Oscar Wilde would recommend admitting to – but I thought it would be a fun thing to pass on to the younglings.