Over the last few weeks I have become convinced that in fact it is 2007. I write in on office forms, I scribble it on the top of my notes before they go on the file (in date order and become irretrievably lost). My totally unscientific conclusion is that my subconscious (my conscious isn’t bothered at all) is resisting the aging process ; if it’s only 2007 then I’m only going to be 27 in a couple of weeks, rather than the more matronly 28. But today I realised that some things will never change, and in my heart of hearts I will always secretly be 6.
I’ve not only started a fire, I’ve finished it too (I bet Prodigy never did that!)
These are knitted exactly to the pattern (a rarity for me) and the fit is perfect.
The photographs are not, due to rain, gloom, rain and more rain interspersed with very humid weather so that I haven’t worn socks in weeks – although I do like this one:
Pink socks – from Orange yarn – and they say the camera never lies!
The latest sock is addictive:
This the product of today’s commute, extended by a trip to London on the train and I’m finding it rather hard to put down (I keep knitting a little bit and then blogging and then knitting a bit more!). It’s the latest Socktopus Sock Club sock – called Mosaic for obvious reasons.
The pattern suggests that a circular needle would work well but as I’m a DPNs king of girl (and on a train for most of today’s knitting time) I’ve put all the live stitches on a bit of waste yarn and left the sewing needle on one end – as I move round between the blocks I pick the just knitted stitches off the needle with the sewing needle and pick the new ones up with a spare DPN – so far it’s working pretty well.
And finally, I leave you with a picture of brotherly harmony from the weekend:
Tophy on the left (a perfect fit I might add) and H on the right. We took Tophy on a trip to Mecca on Saturday and he’s picked out yarn for his second pair in a colour that will give H a run for his money! I’d better get knitting