Saturday, December 31, 2005
The phrase above, in today's title, is a family favourite of ours, as of many. I've heard Bart Simpson say it. I Googled on it recently, in inverted commas, and got pages of examples, but no explanation of its origin. Whatever -- today is the last day in the world that we can use it. Henceforth, I'll go with "late forty-eight", I think, for which at least I know the source. (The song "Take Back Your Mink" in Guys and Dolls)
Yesterday was pleasantly thrown off-kilter, for us. Our son-in-law Ed has been in Strathardle this week for a breath of fresh air, with his two daughters. He was planning to drive back today, after dispatching the elder daughter by train yesterday. They had a good deal of difficulty as they left to catch the train, because of snow, and when they got back, found that it had been snowing all day and they couldn't get the car anywhere near the house.
Ed packed up, closed the house (no small task), and hauled luggage to the car by sled. It took him three trips, over about half a mile. That's hard work, in deep snow. He and the remaining daughter came here last night. We had a pleasant time, and dispatched them this morning -- a mild, open day, at least in Edinburgh -- for the rest of the drive south.
So that's the answer to your question about the weather, Donna. My husband and I didn't have any trouble at all -- I dreaded spending all day Thursday on a snowbound train somewhere in Yorkshire, but we sped happily north with no delay. It's been savagely cold, both here and in London.
But I got a couple of socks darned last night, as an earnest of the better person I am going to be in ought six, and a couple of rows further on the veil.
Do go visit Joe's site to vote in the Knitter's Blog competition. There are lots of blogs there which I haven't heard of and mean to explore. Voting for "most entertaining" was particularly difficult. You Knit What is not so much a blog as a public service, I feel. It is ceaselessly entertaining. But so is Franklin, and he is a blog. A tricky one.
Here's a picture from our Christmas holiday, for today's illustration. It's the Round Trip jacket from Knitter's Fall '03, in Noro Kureyon. That's James' wife Cathy, drinking champagne. There was a lot of it about. The jacket kept slipping off, she says -- other people have made the same complaint about that fun pattern -- until she added an antique Chinese button.
Friday, December 30, 2005
We had a very nice time away, too. Not only Alexander and Rachel and their entire families, but James and Cathy and theirs (who had come from Beijing to spend Christmas with her family, in Cheltenham, and came to London on Boxing Day for two days with us). And a fair amount of art -- an unpleasant Italian-American whose name I forget, at the Gargossian Gallery; Samuel Palmer at the British Museum; Derain at the Courtauld; Douanier Rousseau at the place my husband calls Tatmo; and finally the huge Chinese exhibition at the Royal Academy, which we had the added pleasure of strolling through with James and his family. He complained that there were no labels in Chinese. Many of the visitors were Chinese, all -- or almost all -- of the exhibition came from there, some of the other visitors must have been English students of Chinese. It does seem a bit off.
All this, plus Christmas.
I worked hard on the current pair of travel-socks. 2005 has been rather short on FO's. I didn't expect to finish, but I did. When we set out last week, the second sock was represented by less than an inch of ribbing.
And I got the next one started, on the train yesterday. It's for Cathy, who is so small that it should be finished almost instantaneously. She likes her socks short, too.
I did the Kitchener'ing in the evening when we were back here.
There will be other knitting pictures from London in the days to come.
One of the things to be done in the next couple of days -- after I have laid in provisions; Scotland still takes the New Year rather seriously -- will be to write the Annual Summary of the year's knitting. This will be the tenth time I have done it. I print them out and keep them in the loose files with records of my FO's, and occasionally re-read them to my intense interest. They are guaranteed to bore the shirts off everyone else.
The first eight appeared on the Knitlist. Last year, I put a brief note there with a link to this blog. This year, I know from Marian Poller's experience that I am not allowed to do that. I could post the whole thing to the Knitlist and bore the shirts off them, but I fear that that may not be allowed either under the new regime, and I certainly can't risk a rejection. So it will just have to blush unseen here. Be warned.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Thank you, Mar and Franklin, for the Christmas greetings. Decorating the tree while Kings College Choic sings is an essential part of our celebration. That piercing soprano, Once in Royal David's City, is the moment when Christmas begins for us. They say that the boy who is to do it doesn't know, each year, until the moment when they are all lined up and about to process in and the whole world is listening. Then the choir master taps one of them on the shoulder.
Tamar, the First Holy Communion Veil is my pattern in a sense, but all the hard work was done by Mariane Kinzel in a design for an altar frontal which I have incorporated. There is a description on my website. It's called "Lizzie Ogden's Communion Veil" or something like that. I've printed out myown instructions for use this second time round, and I hope to tighten them up a bit (=render more intelligible) when this veil is finished. It worries me that attempts to Google on "knitted first holy communion veil" don't produce my suggestions, or at least, not in the first couple of pages. I doubt if there are many other patterns out there, if any. Anyone who Googled on that phrase would be happy to read my notes, I think.
I'm pressing hard with the travel socks, and making good progress. Picture on return.
Happy holidays to all.
Thursday, December 22, 2005
We're going to London this morning, returning next Thursday. I'll try to post a seasonal entry from down there, but normal blogging will be suspended until Friday the 30th.
The little package from Heirloom Knitting turned up yesterday, as I thought it would, so I was able to knit peacefully on for a couple more rows.
Happy festiveness to all.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
I lost contact with the world for an hour or so yesterday morning; presumably a crisis at Demon. It was really scary. I can forget how dependent I am on my ghostly friends.
Anyway, the veil lacks but two rows before the leaf-pattern in the side panels is finished.
I have run out of yarn, and won't be able to do any more until the wee package arrives from Heirloom Knitting. It could be today.
I got the medicaments and the smoked salmon, and got almost all the wrapping done. Two cards remain to write (it's getting rather late for them), clothes to iron, camera to prepare, and knitting, and... I think I'd better make a list.
One aspect of Christmas for the elderly which the newspaper columnists although desperate for material do not seem to have noticed, is how it brings bad news. I don't mean death, although that is bad enough, but sparkling minds reduced in darkness and silence to wheelchairs and nursing homes.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Thanks to the brilliant team assembled from my blog-readers, we've nearly cracked last Sunday Times's puzzle. Tricia in Michigan made the break-through. It's beginning to look as if we don't have to rely on "what-if" after all.
Joe says that the blog which has received the most votes, so far, in his Knitting Blog Awards competition, is one he had never heard of. I am waiting breathlessly for his revelation of the finalists. And note that hyperlink!
This picture of a Bolivian woman voting was in yesterday's Waffy. The pattern of her sweater looks extremely interesting, although my husband points out that in these days of globalisation, one can't be sure she didn't get it from VK or Knitty.
Two days left now in which to get ourselves to London. A couple more cards to write, many presents to wrap but thank goodness, none to post. Some of the multiple medicaments which keep my husband on his feet, to be collected from the chemist. Smoked salmon for Rachel to be purchased from our dear fishmonger. An attempt to be made to find clean and respectable clothes in which to present myself. The camera to be purged of unwanted pics and its battery charged. Knitting laid out to take, and a book to read. Woof!
With two more evenings to go, I should finish the main body of the side panels of the First Holy Communion veil. The centre panel goes on a bit longer. I'll post a picture before we leave. Not the end, not even the beginning of the end, but at least, the end of the beginning, as Churchill said of a battle whose name I know perfectly well but can't think of at the moment.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Tamar, thank you for your kind words, but no, it was a woman who said that little jackets made bottoms look big. She was complaining that her husband had given her one. Rachel, my hit-counter shows referrals (i.e, people who come here because I'm in someone else's sidebar) and "key words" if anyone should get here via Google, but only IP addresses (if that's the phrase) for other folks. It would be fun to see people coming back. 122 hits yesterday.
He writes a column for the Independent on Sunday, which I always read. He's Something On Television, too. Yesterday's column -- and of course I can't vouch for the truth of any of this -- found him in Costa Rica, which he had reached after changing planes in Miami. "Big mistake. As usual [because he was born in the Lebanon] I was taken aside at passport control and ushered -- without any explanation -- into a mini Ellis Island where poor unfortunates... sat awaiting 'processing' and hoping to avoid extraordinary rendition...Three times, I explained to one of the officials that I was only in transit and had no wish to enter the country but my plane was leaving in two hours [note the interval] and if I missed it I would have to come in...I was told that this was unfortunate as I was most likely going to miss my plane as US citizens were given priority in the queue...
"I sat and sat while one man gave a Mexican an incredibly hard time for not speaking English. The other three officials ate doughnuts and made phone calls. Finally I exploded as my departure time got to just 30 minutes away but I was told that we were 'Not in Engurrrland now'...
"I was eventually 'processed'...I was released, with no apology, half an hour after my plane had departed for Costa Rica.
"Desperately, I tried to find another flight and managed to buy a ticket on one that was leaving four hours later. I then tried to pass through security to sit and wait by my gate. Another official told me, however, that since I had been registered as entering the country, I had to be stamped out. I joined another interminable queue in another weird office. This process took another four hours and I proceeded to miss my second departing flight. Again there was no apology, no excuse, frankly no point in the whole thing."
He finally got to San Jose, on the third attempt, but his luggage is still in Miami.
She was my father's cousin, rather older than he was, born therefore, perhaps, in the 1880's. In 1938 she was travelling alone in Europe. She wrote letters home to my parents, and my mother made a little article from their content which was published in the New Yorker late in the year. It was called "Cousin Marie and the Reich". Cousin Marie was pretty cross at my mother for that.
Marie left Paris in late September, about the time Mr Chamberlain went to Munich and came back with Hitler's signature on that piece of paper that meant "peace in our time". "The American ambassador in Paris was urging Americans to evacuate the city, but he expected them to travel west." Marie decided to take a boat trip down the Rhine.
Unfortunately, her German visa was out of date. At the border "the first inspector who came into her compartment took one look at her passport and started to talk German very fast...When Cousin Marie failed to understand the inspector, he called another inspector, who explained in slower German that she would have to leave the comfortable compartment and the train and come with him to the police station to get a new visa. There was another train for Frankfort two hours later, which he was sure she could take."
The police escorted her to the Rathaus, where she was questioned. "On the whole it was a friendly conversation, but in the end they wouldn't take the responsibility of passing her. The head man handed her passport back to the large, blond policeman, who took her to the Chief of Police....Cousin Marie had been thinking on the way over that she didn't seem to be getting anywhere and perhaps she ought to do something, so when she saw the Chief of Police she said 'Heil Hitler!' She doesn't, as a matter of fact, like Hitler at all, but everyone else was saying it and it didn't seem the sort of remark a captured spy would make. The Chief of Police smiled, but he nevertheless asked the same questions over again. He wound up with an extra one: What was her profession?
"'None,' said Cousin Marie, and then added, 'Just to live.'
"At that he really laughed and the blond policeman laughed, so Cousin Marie thought she could safely laugh too.
"'Ja, zu leben. Eine gute Profession,' said the Chief of Police, and he stamped her passport...
"The Chief of Police had to telephone the station to ask them to hold the five o'clock train a few minutes for her. Cousin Marie had never had a train held for her before."
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Let’s try a photograph. (image placeholder) All right, up to a point. The next thing to figure out, is how to move it left or right, but we’ll leave it here for the moment. This is a picture of Alistair Miles (some years ago), James’s son, wearing a sweater I sort of designed, called an “Archie”. You’ll find the pattern on my website – hey, that seems to work. The beauty of it is, you don’t have to swatch or indeed to have any idea at all how many stitches you’re going to need. You just start, and knit diagonally until it’s big enough.
I never did knit one for Archie (Helen’s son).
I had 110 hits yesterday (fewer than the incomplete count on Friday – maybe lots of people log-on from work). That’s more than I expected. I would have been satisfied with 30, delighted by 50. Many of them are blood relatives, of course. I have tried to resist the temptation of having a look myself, several times a day, just to see if there are any comments.
I think Joe is wrong, however, to make number-of-hits and number-of-links important criteria in his new Knitting Blog Awards. Part of the point should be to find and reward blogs that blush unseen.
The veil advances. I’ll photograph it again before we go on London on Thursday. I’m now doing the penultimate repeat of the side-panel pattern and may, therefore, have finished the main body of the thing before we leave. It will still have to be edged, of course. I live in a constant state of anxiety about mis-counting the mesh in the central part and thus mis-aligning the big motif, but so far all is well. I’m now pretty sure that two balls of Sharon Miller's Merino Lace are going to be enough, so I went ahead and ordered one more.
In the side panels, the decreases and the increases are not adjacent to each other, for the most part, and that makes it unusually hard to figure out what has gone wrong, when something has. It can be difficult enough, in lace, because of the increases and decreases, to figure out exactly which stitches of the row below you ought to be knitting now, and when they are separate, the difficulty increases.
There was an article in the Waffy yesterday which said that “little jackets make even women who are quite small look as if they have rhino flanks for bottoms.” I think she was thinking more of a bolero-shape than something like the boxy Kate Gilbert jacket in IK, but it’s another strike against it, in addition to the curling-edge-problem mentioned yesterday. I’ve been reading about facings in my books and it all sounds rather difficult.
Now, let’s see if I can publish this right here from Word….
Saturday, December 17, 2005
Alexander rang up yesterday morning, muttering something about "utter incompetence" which I didn't quite catch, and offering to go into Blogger himself and straighten things out. So he did. We've now got comments back under control (although with the permanent loss, apparently, of many of my treasured comments from the past) and the hit-counter incorporated as well. I am pleasantly surprised at how many of us there are. I will report tomorrow, when the system has had a whole 24 hours to run.
The great thing about this veil is that the rows are short enough that several are accomplished at each session, even though the session be brief, so progress is visible. I got out my treasured copy of Piecework for May/June, '98, yesterday. That's the one with Bridget Rorem's essay about the bridal veil she knit for her daughter Ingrid. There's no pattern for the veil in Piecework (although Bridget later contributed a similar, although reduced pattern to Meg Swansen's "A Gathering of Lace") but there is a lacy alphabet, fully charted. I have used it several times, to sign shawls, and will use it again here to incorporate the initials of the wearer and her younger sister.
The Curmudgeon (www.knittingcurmudgeon.com) likes Kate Gilbert's jacket pattern in the current IK, too, (like me and Joe and Selma) but has the wisdom to point out that the front edges curl inward. Would attaching a facing help? If so, what? I must have the answer on my bookshelves somewhere.
My sister wrote yesterday, asking for a shawl to replace one which vanished into the void when an airline lost a suitcase. A happy loss, as I had wanted to knit her one for her 70th birthday next year -- a prospect which makes me feel a good deal older than my own did, a couple of years ago -- but soon realised there was no way it could be done in secret (she reads the blog) without depriving myself of anything to write about. Now it's out in the open. We are discussing patterns and yarns.
She is living and working in Mozambique at the moment. She attached this cheerful Christmas picture.
Friday, December 16, 2005
Comments and Hit-Counting
You'll probably have guessed what happened. Alexander said to take his code out and see if comments were restored. I did and they weren't. So I hared back to Haloscan and got their code again and pasted it in, with the ridiculous result you see: I've now got two, but all my beloved former comments are gone. Perhaps I'll have another go at the template soon, perhaps I can't stand it. At least I've still got a blog.
Queer Joe http://queerjoe.blogspot.com is starting an Annual Award for knitting blogs. I don't see how anyone can read enough of them to judge. We each have our little round. I'll have to vote, though. Joe, himself. Franklin. (www.the-panopticon.blogspot.com) Mar. (www.knittingcurmudgeon.com) Crazy Aunt Purl. (www.crazyauntpurl.com). There are others. They'll have to be shoehorned into the different categories. Crazy Aunt Purl is brilliant at detailed photographs illustrating techniques -- see her latest; but I'm not sure there's a category for that.
When I composed blog entries off-line in a program called BlogJet, it let me hide URLs behind words or phrases in proper, grown-up hyperlinks. I don't seem to be able to do that, here in Blogger itself. But BlogJet doesn't let me enbed photographs. I'll get it all straightened out in the end.
Meanwhile, a bit more veil was done, and a bit more Christmas. I've got two boxes ready for the post, each containing multiple presents. They represent such an Achievement, there on the floor, that I will be sorry to part with them. This afternoon will have to be spent queueing at the Post Office.
We've run into a road block. It would appear that there are some puzzles which can only be solved by trial-and-error, or suck-it-and-see, to use a more technical term. Pick a square in which only two numbers can possibly appear, try one of them, and see what result you get, down the line. Lorna and I disapprove mightily. This is not Su Doku as we have always understood it.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
I'm not entirely stupid. I did the one labelled "Tough" in yesterday's Telegraph before breakfast. But this one utterly defeats me.
On another matter, my son Alexander has provided me with some HTML code for my Blogger template which provides me with a hit-count, i.e., a tally of how many people visit this Blog. Most of them of course are me, having a look during the day to see if there are any comments. Putting the new code in has for some reason removed the Haloscan comment facility. Until Alexander tells me how to get that back, we are reduced to Blogger's own comments.
Back to our Knitting
Thank you for your very helpful comments yesterday, Mar, about vest-designing. I saw them before Haloscan disappeared. I should have remembered myself that I could get a good idea of the yardage needed by regarding sleeves as 1/3 of the total of a sweater. I think for the moment I will move the idea to a back burner until I can re-unite myself with Vicky Square's Knitting Great Basics, an invaluable resource. I'm pretty sure I don't have enough yarn. I could buy some more and stripe it!
Joe (www.queerjoe.blogspot.com) said yesterday that he had had coffee recently with my friend Selma, lucky man, and they talked about the new IK. They liked the Kate Gilbert pattern which I recently mentioned being tempted by myself. Having my taste vindicated in such an august circle greatly increases the chances that I'll one day knit it.
On my way home from Sainsbury's yesterday, I suddenly realised why I was having trouble with the stitch count at one repeating point in the Communion veil. The picture is not so much to show progress, although there's been a bit, as to illustrate the point.
Kinzel has a four-stitch selvedge at either edge. I have substituted a two-stitch edge (yo, k2tog at the beginning of every row, and k2tog at the end, to create a picot edge to which a lace edging will eventually be attached. I have tried to arrange this picture so that you can see a few of the loops.)
So I pay no attention to Kinzel's four stitches.
But what suddenly struck me was that on that one row only, the selvedge edge must be taking one stitch from the side panel, and at the other side (of the side panel) the centre panel must be eating a stitch as well. Sure enough, that's it.
I have fudged the earlier occurances well enough that the mistakes are invisible, I think, but from here on out, I'll do it right. Alexander is a brilliant cook-- one of his maxims is: read the recipe all the way through before you start. The same might well be said to apply to knitting.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Oh, Lorna, I didn't mean a challenge. I was thinking more of mutual help and support, a SuDoku-along. When either of us figured out where a number goes, she would write to the other and explain where and why. It would be wonderful if your husband would take over this role and we could just sit back and learn. I attach my pitiful effort from last Sunday to inspire him. I like to work a SuDoku while my porridge is cooking, and on Sundays I can't.
I'm jeanatmilesandmiles.demon.co.uk, if you want to pursue the subject off-blog. Or anybody else wants to say anything.
Helen, I agree about the nice PO in Canonmills, and go there as often as I can. But the dreadful St James Centre one can be combined with buying fish from wonderful Mr and Mrs Dee, and also with looking at yarn in John Lewis, so I often wind up there after all.
The lunch party was delightful, and I got a good set of Christmas cards written. I'm going to be OK if I don't falter.
Inspired by my own words yesterday, I've begun thinking about what to knit when the veil is finished. Here is some recent retail-therapy-stash-enhancement, four skeins of Debbie Bliss' Maya. What to do with it? I had kind of thought of a vest, but Sweater Wizard doesn't do sleeveless, and my copy of Knitting Great Basics is in Kirkmichael I think (it's full of schematics for just about everything in all sizes and weights of yarn), and flipping through Folk Vests leads me to suspect I haven't got enough yarn. I don't need another ribwarmer. Are we to be reduced to a series of watchcaps? It's really too heavy for a scarf. Or perhaps I should buy some more and do something slightly more adventurous from the Folk Vests book?
The odd-ball in the picture is also Maya, left over from knitting a ribwarmer with a former four-skein purchase.
Meanwhile the veil made some progress. I'm having trouble with the stitch count on certain rows, and can't yet see why. I've reached the cross-piece of the central cross.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
The solution -- for those of you who haven't been bitten -- is of no use to a Su Doku doer. It's no use being told which number goes where: one has to know, why.
My husband's birthday
Helen in Thessaloniki just sent some photographs. (Alas, her new digital camera has lost its flash function, so we won't have pictures of Fergus in his new Wallaby for a while.)
Our four children clubbed together and gave him -- I may have mentioned this -- a drawing by the artist he knows more about than anyone else. Slipped inside a birthday card. This is the moment, in our kitchen at home before going out to lunch, when they gave it to him, and the photograph well captures his astonishment and delight, overlaid with the scholar's interest in the object. It is signed and dated and located (=bears the name of the city in which it was done). We have a good local framer and have moved with unusual celerity, for us. It's now hanging in the sitting room.
This one shows the moment of the final surprise, when we got to the restaurant and he discovered the Nine Old Friends. It hasn't scanned quite as well as the first. From left to right, after my husband, two of the old friends, me, looking distraught, Rachel, and Rachel's youngest child, her daughter Lizzie.
I got a few more rows of the veil done, in intervals of Christmas-card-writing (and got another good day's work done on them, too). I am alarmed to see even blog-writers mired down in Christmas knitting, just the way Knitlist-members used to be when I read the Knitlist. There is quite enough to panic about this time of year, without letting knitting get stressful, too. I've got to prepare some more packages for the post, my most-hated job, and toil up the hill to a remote post office with them, since they've closed our local. How can I do that and keep up Christmas-card production? We're going out to lunch today, to a 50th birthday party, which will probably mean virtually nothing done.
But both the veil and Rachel's striped Koigu, in Strathardle, are far enough along that I am thinking seriously about their replacements. I always used to be astonished, when people wrote to the Knitlist to say they had finished something and couldn't think what to do next. The whole fun of finishing something, is starting the next thing. And while you're finishing, you can think and plan -- and, hey! if need be, order the yarn.
Monday, December 12, 2005
We're moving along. I suppose I'm about half-way done with the main body of the thing -- then are are another, what? 40 rows, while points form at the bottom. You can currently see the top -- this is top-down -- of the big cross beginning to form.
I've relaxed about size. This is a little girl we're talking about. It'll be fine.
And it's not a rest-of-my-lifetime project, either, like the Princess Shawl. This one will get finished. The event is in April, so I've got time. Indeed if I'd known earlier that James and his family were going to spend Christmas in England, I might have had it done in time to take back. As it is, it'll have to be DHL and that's a bore (not the expense so much as filling out the forms).
I did the arithmetic on the Christmas cards, recoiled from the result, and got a good day's work done yesterday. The difficulty, of course, lies in maintaining the pace without making the cards sound perfunctory.
The Sunday Times Su Doku was as impossible as ever. I put in 5 numbers, I think. What am I missing?
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Not much to report. The Communion veil advances. Another picture soon. I'm doing the big cross now in the central bit -- it's what's called filet lace, I think, a technique not much used, where a st st motif floats on a sea of mesh. Pretty easy except for all the counting. And I'm beginning to get the hang of the side panels, where the pattern repeats over about 12 rows. I had a twinge of anxiety yesterday after that talk about the yarn -- is this yarn too fine? Will the veil be embarrassingly small? I'd be happy, on the other hand, to add a bit to its length, in order to incorporate the wearer's initials, and her sister's. Time will tell.
No picture today, so here's an old one, of James's wife Cathy in her wedding sweater. I don't think the colours of the real thing are quite as violent as this, but maybe they are. I knit one for each daughter and daughter-in-law. It's full of what are meant to be significant symbols. I think that row where a shield seems to alternate with an animal of some sort, represents Cornwall, where Cathy's father comes from. The next big motif in an upwards direction is meant to be the Robertson crest, for James. The lowest one looks like an attempt at something Chinese -- you get the idea. Why is there no ribbing at the bottom?
I have realised that Kate Gilbert, who designed the Pearl Buck Swing Jacket I rather admire in IK, is the one who designed the Clapotis. It (the jacket) represents all I don't like in knitting, anti-ethnic, anti-Zimmermann, lots of separate pieces to block and sew together. But I'm still tempted. It might be good for me.
Thanks for the comments about stash. I, too, thought of writing to the Knitting and Crochet Guild, Lorna, but decided it was quicker and easier to write here. Of course, not all of my stash was prudently laid aside. The enormous quantity of Shetland jumper-weight to be found there derives from my Fair Isle days (as above). If one buys two ounces of every colour one intends to use, and does this over several years for I suppose at least eight all-over-patterned sweaters of 10-12 colours each, one acquires a back-log. And some purchases, not many but some, were pure retail therapy. I have actually mentioned my Knitting Stuff (=stash, magazines, books, and my swift) in my Will, mostly to prevent the ignorant and well-intentioned from throwing it all away. Some of the books are curiously valuable these days.
I have dispatched the Christmas packages to Thessaloniki and made a good but not sufficient start on the Christmas cards. I think today I'd better tot up how many remain to do (lots) and divide by the number of available days.
I can usually do the So Doku's labelled "Fiendish" and "Diabolical" in the Times and Telegraph, if I am willing to squander the time. But I have never yet succeeded with the Sunday Times. Maybe today.
Saturday, December 10, 2005
Alexander, yesterday, took his sons for a ride on the 159, remembering the day long ago when a friend took him and Rachel for a ride on the Last Glasgow Tram. That is a picture of James Miles-the-Younger actually stepping up onto the open platform of an old-style bus for the last time in the world. Behind him is a pushchair containing his brother, Thomas-the-Younger, controlled by their nanny, Carleen.
And from Rachel: "Joe and i had a wonderful time on the bus yesterday. we felt like celebrities with people lining the whole route taking pictures. We saw saw some beautiful old buses and listened to all the sweet men on the bus reminiscing about the different models."
I can't remember the route number of the last Glasgow tram, but no one who was there could ever forget that its destination was Auchenshuggle.
The winter IK turned up yesterday, definately an occasion for pulses to quicken. I am even rather tempted by the Pearl Buck Swing Jacket -- I think the shape might suit the shapeless matronly figure. And the yarn is British -- Jaeger Extra Fine Merino DK -- so I could get it without paying duty. Indeed, they have it in my local John Lewis, in a range of uninspiring colours. There must be better ones out there.
And, oh! the ad for the Mediterranean cruise on page 65! Candace Strick is a friend, and Elizabeth Lavold a designer I admire extravagantly, and every port of call except perhaps Marseille, somewhere I have been and would love to re-visit, or somewhere I haven't been and would love to see. It's only a dream. I couldn't leave my vegetable garden in July. But what a dream!
JoVE, that's not dental floss I'm knitting the Communion Veil with -- just you wait until I get back to the Princess Shawl. This is Sharon Miller's Merino Lace. I started out knitting the Princess with it, and was having a great time, until Sharon herself rang me up and told me to stop, the yarn was too big for the job. The Princess is now being done in her Gossamer Merino. I haven't ordered more Merino Lace yet. I am determined, if possible, not to add to stash with this job, and so will knit until the current ball is nearly done and I can gauge how much more I need.
Speaking of stash, there is an idiotic little article in the current magazine of the Knitting and Crochet Guild, wondering why we do it. That's easy, lady: for fear the yarn won't be there next year. What will happen to Koigu when Maie Landra retires? She's not young. What has happened to Socka Colors? I could go on. We all could. The safest place for yarn is in my cupboard.
Friday, December 09, 2005
I'm tottering on with the Communion veil. The pattern is the altar frontal (a reduced version of) from Marianne Kinzel's Second Book of Modern Lace Knitting. I've done 51 rows of 183 but the final rows are short, where it forms points, so I'm really further on than that sounds.
It occurred to me only within the last half-hour that I might be able to copy and enlarge the chart, which would help a lot. I drew pencil lines through each row as I finished knitting it the first time, never thinking that I would pass this way again. For those of us accustomed to Sharon Miller's large, clear charts, it's tough, and the pencil lines make it worse.
When James was here, for my husband's birthday, I took this rather silly and sentimental picture after he had gone jet-lagged to bed. There's the veil, which I had got out to show him -- it's his daughter who will wear it. (I was actually knitting Swirly 1 at the time.) And there are his shoes.
Today the last of the old London busses with an open platform at the back, will make its last journey. It is getting a certain amount of national (and probably international) attention. The route, 159, starts very near where Rachel lives in Streatham. We often take it when we are there. It goes past the Imperial War Museum (occasional interesting exhibitions there), over Westminster Bridge, always breath-taking, up Whitehall to Trafalgar Square (for the National Gallery) and on up Regent Street, where one can hop off to visit the Bond Street dealers, or walk on to the Royal Academy. For the Tate, we take the 159 only as far as Brixton and then the Victoria Line subway to Pimlico.
This from Rachel yesterday: Yesterday i decided to say goodbye to the 159 (its last journey is on Friday) and take a trip up to Oxford street. Nobody was there and i achieved a fair amount [of Christmas shopping]. Joe has a day off today for the feast of the Immaculate Conception (no longer a Holy Day here although you might have to go). In the past he has had to go to mass at the oratory but fifth formers get a day off for study so i thought we might go back to oxford Street as he wants to do some shopping and today they are running some of the very first Routemasters on the route with the fares going to charity. The garage has been seething with photographers all week and as i was coming back yesterday someone was making a film on the top deck, interviewing an old bus driver. it's all very sad.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
I finished Swirly 2. It came out much shorter -- much swirlier, in fact -- than 1. Maybe it'll relax.
There's a Swirly pattern in the new issue of Knitter's mentioned yesterday. But it's crochet.
I got back to work on the Communion Veil last night, as hoped, and found I was further on than I thought I was, which was nice. Like everyone else, including Joe, recently, I get confused about "lace knitting" and "knitted lace". Was it Margaret Stove herself who first applied the terms? There's a real distinction; the difficulty lies in remembering which term to apply to which. Anyway, the veil is what I think is called "lace knitting" -- every other row plain -- which speeds things along a bit. The Princess Shawl is very much the other, therefore if I'm right, "knitted lace", with excitement in every row.
My website does seem to be visible, despite a brief disappearance. (www.jeanmile.demon.co.uk) Thanks to all who reassured me. The difficulty -- if there is one -- is as you perceived it, Mar: what will happen now? The old domain name, jeanmile, is defunct, isn't it? Will it expire at the end of the year when my dial-up connection was due to be up? Can I get in with the old password? I could always try, of course, but I think I'd better ring them up. I must have some web space somewhere, and all the stuff is here on my home computer, so we'll be all right in the end.
The last of my internet-ordered Christmas presents turned up yesterday, and as with all the previous ones, these were at least as good as I had hoped for from the catalogue description. Next year I'll start earlier and get more catalogues. The Science Museum is a good one which I didn't have this year, and I'll try the V&A. Now all I've got to do is write a million Christmas cards, and wrap up a huge pile of presents and (worst) consign many of them to the post, and I feel so smug about the present-buying that it's hard to take these responsibilities seriously.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
We have no television there, no internet connection, no mail to speak of, no newspapers unless we make the effort to drive to a neighbouring hamlet. The result is a wonderful cleansing of the palate, like a spoonful of sherbet between courses. And the illusion that life is perfectly manageable.
This time of year is good for knitting, too. Darkness drives one indoors by half past four. You will remember of course that at our last visit north, I had only just started the ribbing on the second sleeve of Rachel's striped Koigu. Now, we're getting distinctly near the end of that sleeve.
Ten more stripes to go. Then I will have to give serious thought -- I don't like thought -- to the neck placket and collar. Up to now, I'm just enlarging the pattern I designed for a toddler, but I think the neck demands a bit more in the way of application.
Here in Edinburgh, I'm within a hundred stitches or so of finishing the cast-off of Swirly 2. Then I must pick up the First Holy Communion veil and do at least a wadge of it before allowing myself any more solstice-comfort knitting.
The new issue of Knitting (the British magazine) was waiting for us here. There's a wonderful article by Mary Morrison -- who is surely the Mary Morrison of http://morcatknits.typepad.com -- about a trip to Shetland. I was delighted to note that she went sufficiently native to refer, at the end, to "the return trip to Scotland". I've never been there, alas, but I know that that's how Shetlanders refer to the mainland: "Scotland". "Mainland", I think, means to them the largest Shetland island.
I've decided what to do with that magazine. Despite what I said once about never throwing away a knitting magazine, that's what I'm going to do. I'll keep each issue for a year, as I do with my food magazines, and then have a last flip through just in case, before binning it. I've got to go on subscribing, for the sake of British knitting. We need this magazine, and they're really trying. But storage space is getting tight, and I'm certainly not going to throw away a VK or a Knitter's or an IK.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
The newspaper we know as the Waffy had One of Those Articles yesterday: "Knitting is no longer the preserve of your granny, and homespun knitwear need not look dull and frumpy...Knitwear has never been more chic" etc. I think the word "homespun" is mis-used there, but let it go.
The Vogue Knitting Book for Autumn, 1955, (left), leads off with the words: "It is hard now to remember that there was a time when knitting had little or nothing to do with fashion; that there was an endless sameness of design in sensible cardigans, traditional pullovers, classic sweaters...."
Plus ca change... as Franklin might say. (http://the-panopticon.blogspot.com)
The delicious irony of course is that the bright young readers of VKB in 1955 are today's despised grannies. Namely, me.
In those days, the American and British VK's were separate magazines, with some overlap of patterns. The British one started in the early 30's and lasted until the late 60's. (One of the very last issues published the very first KF to see the light of day -- a fairly conventional Fair Isle vest, wonderful for its time, printed out row-by-row, no chart.) I've got the majority of them, but there are big gaps in the early sequence. The numbering suggests that they were published throughout the war. I'd love to find one of those. They are undated, but the Coronation is referred to in what must therefore be the spring issue of 1953, and the rest can be dated from that.
I think the only other external event I have ever noticed on the pages of VK was 9/11.
I love broadband. I think the always-on-ness is even more wonderful than the speed. One day soon, when I've recovered from the initial excitement, I'll have to phone Demon again and find out exactly what has happened to my website.
I got started on the Christmas cards, in the sense that I got the supplies spread out on the dining room table, and "Fruitcake" propped up (see yesterday). But I only actually wrote one. I think I'd better take enough for the American recipients along to the country today, with the hopes of posting them from the village on Monday.
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
These are all things you don't want or need to know.
Now that I've got broadband, I thought I'd try to incorporate a picture in a post, the way the grownups do. It hasn't arrived quite where I expected it, but there it is. It's Edmund Gorey's "Fruitcake". A dear friend sent it to me as a Christmas card once. I prop it up to inspire me when I'm writing Christmas cards, and it wouldn't be at all a bad idea to start on that job today.
The visit of my husband's publishers went very well yesterday. The woman who is actually going to do the editing and layout stuff came, as well as the man who is in charge of the whole operation. They got an idea of the scale of the task (it's huge). My job is now to translate the several hundred files it consists of into MS Word and send them off to London on a CD. My husband still works on a DOS-based system. Modern technology makes it easier for a publisher to prise such a work from the author's hands -- the files I convert and send won't necessarily be in their final form; changes are easy, and my husband can go on making them.
If I now put in another picture, where will it appear? Let's try. It went up there at the top, next to the first one. I still have a lot to learn. It shows James and Alexander, at the Games last summer.
My email address is now firstname.lastname@example.org. I phoned Demon yesterday and to their credit, I got straight through on the second ring, no Mozart, no need to choose one of five options. None of the passwords we had been struggling with the day before seemed to work, so the nice young man reset both the connect password and the email password to the same thing, and sat there with infinate patience talking me through the process of entering it in all the right places. The mytob virus presumably continues to plague the old address, somewhere out there in space.
And, oh yes, knitting. I finished a skein of yarn yesterday, and am approaching the final swirl on Swirly 2.
Later: I edited this post, using Rachel's suggestion in the first comment, and, as you see, moved the pictures around fairly succesfully. The sky's the limit.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Well, what a day.
I had best begin by saying that long garter stitch rows in a bright colour of a good wool yarn, are the veritable chicken soup of knitting, the perfect thing for the winter solstice, and for stress. I have reached the 12 plain rows on 450 stitches which preceed the final edging-increase on the 2nd half of the 2nd swirly.
And here I am on broadband. It's wonderful.
I failed to install it. All went well at first, but when I tried to activate the modem, the computer claimed that no driver was installed. I went around in circles for awhile, then phoned A Man. He had no trouble with that problem. (He unplugged everything from the USB ports, activated the modem, and then plugged everything back in.) But he couldn't get through to my email. I will have to ring the Demon helpline this morning and burst into tears. I didn't feel up to it last night. My website no longer seems to be available -- I think that means we achieved something.
For the time being, I can be reached as email@example.com.
Monday, November 28, 2005
had better be mentioned, however briefly. I finished the first half of Swirly 2, and am picking up the stitches for the second half. Thank you for your comment, Tamar. Increasingly, I'm happy with the colour, too. With only one half done, the scarf definately spirals, but "swirl" is a better word for what happens when it's double.
And the first half, on its own, is a good 18" shorter than Swirly 1 in its finished state.
Well, this is it. It's going to be a busy day in other respects, as my husband's publisher is coming up from London tomorrow and he -- my husband -- wants my help with some last-minute tidying of the Magnum Opus. But I don't think I can use that as an excuse for not tackling broadband. Thank you very much for your words of encouragement, commenters. Rachel is said to have done it herself, but I am sceptical of that claim.
Alexander confirms what you say, Helen, about right-clicking on the Norton icon to disable the program. I learned my meager computing skills in a different age, and am inclined to forget about right-clicking. He thinks I'll succeed with broadband installation, but is less sanguine about my chances of finding my way back to Pop3.demon.co.uk to get my email.
You'll hear all about it tomorrow. Or, of course, not.
Thank you for your comment, Lillian. I hope your daughter is enjoying Reading. What is she studying? I could suggest that you write to me, firstname.lastname@example.org, except that I fear that address may never work again.
Sunday, November 27, 2005
I should reach the border of the first half of the current swirly today -- I'll try a picture when it gets a bit lighter. It's plain Aegean blue, striped with a variegated Koigu which virtually disappears under the sea. At this rate, I'd have time to do a third scarf before Christmas.
Yesterday's mail brought three parcels. Shopping on-line is as much fun as getting all the presents myself. At least, the first two I opened were presents. The third contained my new broadband modem. I started back as if I had found a scorpion. Now I've got to do it.
I've read the instructions. They don't sound too bad. (Except that I've got to disable Norton temporarily -- can I do that?) I think the thing is to read them again today, and then tackle the job on Monday morning, when I can phone A Man and hope for promptish help, if I get stuck. I've ordered broadband from the ISP I've had all along, Demon, and the difficult part of the instructions concerns accessing and converting my dear old dial-up account, once the computer is on broadband.
I've just had a look at Norton. I can't find anything in the help index about disabling it. I'll ask Alexander.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
I'm swirling happily along with the Aegean blue. It's a strong colour and I continue to worry a bit about that.
A great thing about all this swirl is that it is consuming stash, in a small way -- lace knitting doesn't do that. No amount of knitting, of anything, will ever make any visible impression on my stash, but there is always a certain satisfaction in actually finishing a ball or skein of yarn.
I have virtually finished Christmas shopping, although not all the stuff is here yet. It's incredible. No wonder the High Street retailers are having a hard time, when it's so easy and pleasant to avoid them altogether. Yesterday, however, I stepped out and bought a present in a shop.
I've had an email from Demon saying that my telephone line is now ADSL-enabled, or something like that. Fortunately the hardware hasn't turned up yet, so I haven't had to do anything.
Friday, November 25, 2005
Finished the scarf. It's five feet long -- the instructions say it will be 80", but it's hard to measure swirly, and maybe it will stretch, and five feet is fine, anyway. The cast-on edge forms a central spine, and I don't see how 150 stitches of Koigu or any sport-weight yarn can come out 5' long let alone 6 1/2', but such is the case.
I decided as I was driving back from leaving James and Kirsty at the airport -- they should be in Beijing by now -- that the Aegean blue yarn from Candace Strick was too strong, I'd knit in gentler colours for the second swirly. Then it got dark, and I decided I couldn't bear not to knit with Aegean blue. So I've cast on with that, but I'll bind and probably stripe it with variegated Koigu rather than black as I had planned.
I'll wait until the sun comes up (if it does) to photograph the first scarf, in the hopes of showing you something not too washed out.
The message below is from Thessaloniki, referring to the second orange Wallaby I knit for Fergus. The first one was his Christmas present last year. He was delighted with it. It shrank to Thomas-the-Younger size in the first wash. His mother took the second one back to Greece with her after the birthday visit last week.
Thursday, November 24, 2005
The winter glooms came down like an avalanche yesterday. Time to make some soup.
I'm putting the contrast edging on the swirly scarf, increasing in every stitch. Now it turns out I'm working on the right side after all. I don't know where the mistake was. The next row is the cast off, so I might finish today. And start another.
James and Kirsty will soon be on their way back to Beijing -- I'll drive them to the airport. So we'll say goodbye with some Kirsty-pictures, above.
I got some stuff about broadband yesterday, but not the stuff I need to connect. So James can't help; I'm on my own, and it sounds as if I can't just drift along with the dial-up connection. I'm anxious. I had to choose a new password and I'm not sure I remember it. If you suddenly don't hear from me for a while, that'll probably be the plughole I've disappeared down. I'd better hurry up and finish the Christmas on-line shopping.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
All my favourite bloggers are too busy basting the turkey to write, so I wandered a bit further afield this morning and found these nice hats to knit. If anybody wants to join me in Christmas madness. And don't miss Helen's brilliant suggestion, in a comment yesterday, for a quick knitted present.
I have four more long plain rows to knit of the swirly scarf, before doubling the stitch number again in the contrast colour, and casting off in the same. Yesterday I laid out a few more potential swirlys. The blue yarn, a shade called Aegean, was a present from Candace Strick when I bought a sweater's-worth, still unknit, of her wonderful Merging Colors yarn. It's sort of a strong colour, but the kind of thing which is wonderfully comforting to knit in these dark days. With black for the contrast? Or striped with black?
The Aran-coloured Koigu, the background yarn in Thomas-the-Younger's striped Koigu sweater which was seen here a day or two ago, could be striped with variegated Koigu's for a sunny and cheerful stripy.
The other yarns are just lying there.
Today is James' and Kirsty's last day here. We plan to go see The Curse of the Were-Rabbit.
James keeps remarking on the darkness. Beijing is on a line with Madrid, or Washington DC, roughly, and things are a lot lighter down there. He's had brilliant sunny days almost all week, too, which lightens the load a lot, darkness-wise. I usually suffer badly from gloom and anxiety during this Dread Decameron, the last ten days of November. From there until the solstice, it's so awful it's funny. But this year, what with the excitement of the birthday and James's visit, I've hardly noticed.
Another thing I've been doing which helps a lot, is Christmas shopping on-line. I spent an hour in a crowded shop a couple of weeks ago. It was full of expensive things I couldn't imagine anyone wanting, and awful people, and was pretty depressing. So I've been going through those catalogues which rain down on one. My husband says he wouldn't want to buy things without seeing them, but so far I have been pleased with the quality of what has turned up. And the process is blissfully painless.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
I'm swirling away, but I made a stupid mistake.
I got the 150 original stitches back onto a needle -- that black line is the waste wool which was holding them -- and set out in the opposite direction. Start with a wrong-side row, the instructions say. I gave the matter little or no thought -- it's garter stitch after all -- and now I see that I have started with a right-side row. The scarf is finished, as you see, with a contrast stripe, and when you do that in garter stitch, there is very clearly a right side and a wrong side.
I'm not going to rip it out. I have two choices: to add or subtract a row, so that both sides are the same. Or to do the right number of rows, so that the right side for the contrast stripes will be different on the two halves. Since both sides will surely be visible on the wearer, I think that's the option to go for.
I continue to be overjoyed with the pattern. I hate holiday-deadline knitting. I don't do it. The Knitlist -- at least in the old days when self-expression was allowed -- is full, this time of year, of stress-filled accounts of knitting incomplete.
But this scarf is tempting me to join that miserable band. How many could I finish by Christmas? The thing is, they will make great presents for the very people who are the hardest to think of presents for. I'm certainly going to try a stripy one next, this time actually giving some thought to right-side, wrong-side (the answer will be to mix them up, I think).
James and Kirsty and I went to Deep Sea World yesterday, and had a nice time. It is right under the famous Forth Rail Bridge of which we therefore had an unusual and breathtaking view.
Monday, November 21, 2005
The birthday was a total success. I'm sorry not to have written yesterday. I was exhausted, and perhaps, if the truth be told, somewhat hung over.
Our four children gave my husband a small drawing by the artist he knows all about, and a delightful Grandchild Book for which each child had designed a page, at least those capable of such a feat. These things were presented just before lunch, and then we all walked up to the restaurant and there were the Nine Old Friends, a surprise as total for my husband as James's arrival on Thursday, and just as welcome. I think perhaps the best moment of the day, for me, was getting there and hearing the murmur of voices behind the door which meant that our friends had arrived and were drinking champagne.
The food and the service were fine, and we all had a nice time.
Nephew Theo, who arrived late and breathless straight off a transatlantic flight, is now in London compiling photographs onto CD's I hope. So there may be more birthday pictures soon.
For fully two hours yesterday morning, I couldn't find my knitting (the swirly scarf). It was dreadful. It finally turned up on the floor in a corner of the bed room, where I had tossed it at the last minute before we left for the restaurant.
I've finished the first half, cast it off, and it swirls. I love it. I took a picture of it swirling, which we will have tomorrow, knowing that when I picked up the cast-on stitches and started knitting the other half in the opposite direction, the swirl would temporarily disappear. I'm in the middle of unpicking the waste yarn, and it is slow going. Next time -- and I am currently resolved to do another one right away -- I'll use that provisional-cast-on system involving a crochet hook.
Kate, welcome aboard.
The pattern for the Communion veil is my own, except that you'll need Marianne Kinzel's Second Book of Modern Lace Knitting for an altar frontal of hers which I have adapted for my purposes. My copy is a Dover reprint. I don't know if it's still in print, but a library would get it for you. I'm not finding the going entirely easy this time, and may be able to tweak the pattern to its advantage as I go along.
Another thought would be to knit a rectangle of any lace, perhaps with a small headpiece at one end. Queer Joe did that for a neice recently, I believe.
I'm email@example.com. Write to me if I can help further.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Well, here we are, the 19th of November.
I still haven't finished the seating plan. That's what I'll do right away, instead of my morning SuDoku. I've got the cards, and I figure I'll be able to nip in and distribute them during the initial Champagne Reception bit.
The picture shows Helen, from Thessaloniki, helping her nephew James, from London, play with my Katcha-Katcha. I think it previously registered the row-count for the Communion Veil, and I think I'll be able to reconstruct it.
Meanwhile I got to the final increase row for the first half of the swirly scarf, but haven't done it yet. At this rate, I should be able to finish another before Christmas. What about a stripey swirly?
Tomorrow's blog may be late, as we will have added another to the Drummond Place body count, and he'll be on a mattress on the floor in here.
Friday, November 18, 2005
James was afraid to go to bed last night, for fear both he and Kirsty would wake up on Beijing time. He needed have worried. It's now early afternoon in Beijing, 7:30 a.m. in Edinburgh, and there hasn't been a peep out of either of them.
My husband was completely surprised. The ensuing scene was near enough my favourite moment in all of English literature, the meeting of the Knightley brothers in "Emma", where "'How d'ye do, George?' and 'John, how are you?' succeeded in the true English style, burying under a calmness that seemed all but indifference, the real attachment which would have led either of them, if required, to do every thing for the good of the other."
I was pretty exhausted at the end by the nervous tensions of the day. The new swirly scarf progresses well -- and there's nothing like long rows of garter stitch for comfort knitting, as I found when I combined a Baby Surprise with a cataract operation. I may reach the next increase row and subsequent cast-off today. I may not.
I'll wait until James and Kirsty get up, I think, and perhaps add a picture of them breakfasting.
He has a new and alarming Haliban (="Bank of Scotland") story. Three forged cheques have been presented on their account, totalling £1500. They were written on a chequebook which never reached them -- and therefore fraud from within the bank is one of the possibilities. Cathy has spent arduous (and expensive) hours on the telephone, and the money has been refunded. But the bank is curiously uninterested in involving the police, and has declined to say, so far, where the cheques were presented. Beijing? Edinburgh? It should be easy enough to tell. They were signed with Cathy's name, in a signature not remotely resembling hers. Were they accompanied with a card?
Thursday, November 17, 2005
In the stirring lyrics of the old British football song, Here we go! Here we go! Here we go! I have heard no more from Beijing, so presumably James and Kirsty are at this very moment somewhere over the Urals. And I am far too twitchy to venture out to lunch without my knitting, so I phoned my sister-in-law in a quiet moment yesterday and told her it was coming too. She agreed that it would be rude to bring it, but was quite understanding. The excuse -- perfectly valid -- is that this is Christmas knitting. She knows that James is coming, and that he's supposed to be kept secret until he arrives.
I cast on the second-attempt swirly scarf yesterday, and it is at a perfect stage to accompany me. I've got as far as 450 stitches and am now required to do 12 rows plain. All is going well so far, but with the other attempt it was the third doubling of the stitch count that did for me. In this case, when I've done the 12 plain rows, I am supposed to double the stitch count again, and then immediately cast off, pick up the cast-on stitches, and set off in the opposite direction.
Today's illustrations are, obviously, not knit-related. I have friends who enjoy Alexander McCall Smith's accounts of life on Scotland Street (which is just around the corner from Drummond Place). I tried to read the first one when it was serialised in the Scotsman, and found it seriously boring, but it figures on many a best-seller list.
One of my Smith-reading friends asked the other day if there is really a tunnel under Scotland Street, so today's pictures are (a) the mouth of the tunnel, down by Tesco's, photographed yesterday, and (b) the crack in the wall of our hall, which my husband is convinced is tunnel-related. McCall Smith suggests, I believe, that there is access to the tunnel from a door or doors on Scotland Street. I don't know about that, but it sounds not unlikely. Edinburgh is a funny sort of place, that way.
Thanks for comments. Anyone remotely interested must know by now that Pakistan won the first test. My husband and I are reading Churchill on the Second World War at bedtime, and on Tuesday evening had just finished the chapter on the fall of Singapore. England's collapse on Wednesday morning, from a relatively good position, was very similar.
Lee, thanks for the tip about "Knitting on the Road". I've heard good things about it, too; perhaps it will be my next purchase. I still haven't looked at "Knitting Vintage Socks".