I’ve reached row 140 –so I have turned to the third and final page of the charts for the border of the Princess shawl.
The next landmark will be 147, the true two-third’s point. Although finishing-the-current-ball-of-yarn might come sooner. I have amused myself the last few days by rearranging the markers that separate the repeats in such a way that they are now colour-coded to show me where I am in the row. It makes things seem ever so much faster.
Here’s a blurry picture of the Messy Bit I mentioned yesterday. I didn’t, after all, try to improve things when I finally worked my way back there. I think maybe the wisest course will be to thread the yarn through an actual needle and take a stitch, if I still think it’s a good idea, at the blocking stage.
And perhaps, in future, not to knit on Sunday evenings. In the Bad Old Days my knitting must have been impervious to cider-drinking but I seem to have lost that skill.
it seems to be one of those mornings when I have nothing to say.
I heard from the seller yesterday of all those VKB’s I bought on Saturday. I will watch for the postman this morning with more than ordinary anticipation, and if I’m lucky a description of No. 10 can be the burden of tomorrow’s essay.
It takes more patience than I have available to find pictures of sweaters on the American Ryder Cup page. Either it was so warm they played in tee-shirts, or it was raining. They must have had different sweaters for each day, too, as the Fair Isles never reappeared. It is nice to think that whoever designed for them knew about the old connection between golf and colourful knits.
And had a sense of humour. All the pictures I have seen of the American WAGs showed them dressed identically – never the same outfit twice, and all very stylish. The European WAGs never seemed to get their pictures taken at all.