We got the postcard, and I divided the front of the dinosaur sweater for the neck. I should finish the basic knitting today.
The postcard auction was pretty exciting, and pretty expensive. Until the very end, it looked as if I would get it for £6.55, expensive enough for a postcard. In the final seconds, someone put in what he must have thought was a killer bid of £17.50. My killer bid was even more lethal – don’t mess with Tayside00.
I think maybe if we had seen this card at that price in a shop, we’d have decided it was too expensive – and then regretted the decision.
Now the same seller has offered this one, again rather choice. Balnauld is our own particular corner of Kirkmichael. We’ve got a postcard of the Old Mill, but I rather think this one is a different view. We’re going up for a two-night’er next week to pick courgettes. As it happens, we'll be just in time to check our postcard collection before the deadline.
This one is just the sort of card for which the memories of our friend Jean B. could be interesting – she may have seen the Old Mill. We know where it was, but there’s nothing there now, and there hasn’t been anything for the 45 years our memories cover. But Jean’s got another 30 years of memories.
The thing that puzzles me about last night’s purchase, is that the seller says with some emphasis that it dates from 1910 although it looks to the innocent eye very Great War. When was the Boer War, exactly? It has been through the post – we much prefer postcards in that state – so the object itself will answer some questions when it arrives. In those days, postmarks were legible.
My plan is to do all the boring work on the wrong side of the dinosaurs next, then join the pieces, and only after that, knit the neck ribbing – sort of like the delicious half-glass of wine one finds one still has on hand after finishing one’s pudding.
I toyed yesterday with the idea of knitting a quick Liesl when this is finished. I surveyed my stash in Ravelry and found some Debbie Bliss “Maya” which I had completely forgotten about. It took some effort to find it in real life, but I did; and it might be just the thing. We shall see.