We’re old, and set in our ways. It was a pleasure, yesterday, to get back into the groove.

I did get the wallaby pouch fused on the little-boy sweater, and am nearly finished with the body-up-to-the-arms. I’ll stick with it for today, perhaps even starting a sleeve. Love those colours, and the way they spiral. It’ll be fun to see what they do on fewer stitches.

I think I’ll try to stick with the Yarn Yard Wallaby at weekends, Princess Mon-Fri.

Meanwhile I’ve made a little progress with the current travel socks, Wild Geese Fibres' cashmere-bison-down-merino being wrought into bed socks for my husband. Not much to look at, delicious to handle. The train rides to and from Glasgow on Thursday advanced things to the first heel flap. I fear I may not have quite enough – I’ll do the toes in the left-over Yarn Yard Sock Club February yarn, if need be. Flame-coloured.

Catching up with comments…

Beadslut, could you point me precisely to the “veil stitch in the Bluestocking pattern”? I’d like to see what the problem is, at least. I wandered around a bit, but didn’t seem to be getting there.

Alice, yes, there’s no reason at all that I shouldn’t get my obituary of Gladys Amedro back onto my webpage. I’ll try to do that soon, and report back. I have neglected the webpages sadly, after finding a new webhost and mastering the problem of how to access it. Life seems to be a constant series of attempts to force a quart into a pint pot, and nothing much, except knitting, actually gets done.

Thanks for the sympathy and advice about my osteoporosis. I will certainly pursue that one. The hospital said to leave a little time for their instructions to my GP to filter through the system (it ought to be instantaneous, these days) so I thought I’d pencil in that job for mid-April. We’re going to London in Easter week; once we’re back, life can move forward. Including getting cracking on the vegetable garden. The drug I am to be prescribed is called alendronate, I believe, and it is said actually to arrest osteoporosis.

I don’t know what I’ll do about approaching the National Museum of Scotland to see the Princess shawl. But why not? Thanks for the encouragement and advice.

And back to knitting…

I’ve been wearing my Malabrigo vest these last few days. It fits nicely, and feels great, and is just the thing for these uncertainly vernal days. But it looks stupid, because the shoulder line is too long and droops down a couple of inches or more over the upper arm. Maybe I’ll knit it again (in a different and even more delicious Malabrigo yarn) and cut the armholes in properly.