I have had an idea in my head for awhile. I like knitted jewellery, especially made out of something simple like an I cord. But if you knit two together it just comes out a bit bulky for my tastes. I have made then using t shirt yarn, and my own I cord but they always make me feel like I’m wearing a mini scarf. It’s due to the weight of the yarn on the back of my neck. So I’ve been looking into combining knitting with jewellery so it’s just a light chain on the back of your neck. It’s meant learning some new skills and trying to buy different supplies, but I’m pleased with the results.
I managed to distract little one from go jetters for long enough to get a shaky snap of her wearing one of the prototypes. She seems to like it.
We did a beach clean over the weekend. It was heartening to find that the beach was nearly spotless. One of the other litter pickers quipped that someone else had been out and done it the day before. The mist came in and it looked spooky and beautiful.
I’ve also been working on the knitting machine. I’ve got a few new patterns in a Celtic knotwork style. I’m trying to decide what to turn them into, hats, mittens, scarves, snoods, cushion covers. It’s going to be fun to make and try to sell a few things again. It would feel good to fire up the business again.
It’s my birthday. I, like many other knitting mums I’m sure, approach days like today with a day dream about a lie in, a relaxing breakfast, and a pile of lovely presents, (all indie dyed sock yarns and the like). Instead I’ve had standard morning – tea from a pot though – bonus! Presents which the kids took off me and started playing with straight away. I dropped my daughter off at nursery ( minus ten mumming points for putting her in wellies, now they’ll have to find shoes for her from the ones they keep there – who knew? She runs around in wellies all day at home more than happy. Does anyone else feel like nursery drop off is actually some kind of game you keep getting wrong cause no one’s written down the rules?) Drop off done though. Little man still with me but I thought I’d treat myself to a cup of tea and a bit of cake, that’ll make the day more birthdaylike. This is something I’ve been dreaming of doing since we’ve moved cause there’s a cafe in my way back home, I’ve resisted till now cause I’m trying not to eat too much cake. So I wheel my placid and well balanced son into the cafe and order. Well you can guess what’s about to happen. He has a meltdown the like of which I haven’t seen. Tea and cake arrive and I look at at it sadly, take two sips and a bite and then prepare to make a run for it. Then my six year old self starts whispering in my ear, ‘its your birthday, your day, it should be all about you. Let him cry he might stop (this never happens). Eat your cake, drink your tea.’ which I do. It wasn’t a pleasant experience and I’m rather sorry I used up the calories on it. Other tables of customers nearby sat staring unapologetically at me wondering why I wasn’t doing something to stop it, one lady actually craning round the counter to get a better look – it’s a kid crying, kids cry, what’s to bloody see? The cafe owner kept trying to catch eye, not sure why, possibly to shot me a look of understanding solidarity, but I suspect not. I sat and stared at the menu, trying to channel some of that nonchalace that people have when they’re dogs pooing and theyre obviously not going to pick it up. I (accidentally) slammed the door on the way out and standing outside the cafe, little man stopped crying. He’s asleep now. I’ve never felt so jangled in my life and I think I need a day off from this mumming lark, just one, but to be honest organising the logistics of that make me feel exhausted even thinking about it.
I have never knitted a shawl before, but I picked up a magazine with a booklet all about shawls. I picked out the one using Aran weight wool and a simple pattern (knitter know thyself – small needles, thin wool, long projects are not for you). I knitted this lovely shawl from two caron cakes and even though it’s not been shawl weather I’ve enjoyed sitting with it over my knees in the evening.
I have a problem with refined sugar. I am totally addicted and the resultant weight gain is truly getting me down. I now have no excuse not to give it up. I am not pregnant and blaming cravings on the little one, or moving house and eating to get myself out of the dull funk that comes with dealing with solicitors, in fact I’m in a great place.
The trouble was I only seemed to like really sweet food. Then I read Believe Me by Eddie Izzard and he mentioned that his sugar addiction fried his taste buds, that’s exactly what’s happened to me (he runs marathons and everything now).
So I’m going to cut down my sugar intake with a view to cutting most of it out – I know me too well to think I could getting rid of it all together. Today is the first day I’ve really made the effort to cut down. I think that that might have something to do with how rubbish and achey I’m feeling. Reading online I find it might be an idea to drink more water (fills up bottle) and take it a bit easy (lovely hubby does dinner), it really does feel like a flu, without the runny nose. So I am hunkering down on the sofa, under a blanket with my knitting.
Terrible photo of the knitting but rather splendidly photobombed by little man. This is a shawl made from Caron cakes. It’s Aran weight and almost entirely garter stitch so it’s knitting up like a dream.
I have decided that I am a very emotional buyer of wool and yarn. I want to wrap my family up in the lovely layer of cosiness, even my husband who refuses to wear anything more heavyweight than a t-shirt for 360 days of the year (a very irritating spouse for a knitter). This buying of yarn does not always translate into knitting of garments so I’m going cold sheep for a little while to try and use up some of my stash. This makes sense on another level because we’re moving house soon. Although it’s the slowest move in the history of the world (I exaggerate), and it feels like it’s going forward more in theory than reality (I over dramatise) , and I just want it all to be over one way or another (I over use parentheses). Not adding to the yarn stash at this point will make more sense then bringing more wool into the house.
I’ve been into my stash and pulled out two cakes of Mary by Find Me Knitting in green and white. I love the fact they are yarn cakes rather than skeins because I can just start knitting straight away without having to crack out the yarn winder myself.
The first pattern to make with this will be a baby surprise jacket by Elizabeth Zimmerman, a magnificent bit of knitting origami. When you get to about half way through it takes a bit of faith at first but it really works.
In rummaging about to find this I tracked down a sock pattern that uses Aran weight wool too so all of this wool in my stash should find a pattern.