Sundays are awful. Other days begin with News Briefing on the radio, then Farming Today, then the Today programme – calm BBC voices expounding the day’s quotient of bluetongue and rain-sodden harvests and bank failures: one drifts happily in and out of sleep, worries held at bay by those of the world.
But Sundays start with unction and music and poetry and High Thought and there’s nothing to do but lie there starkly awake and do some serious worrying of one’s own.
Shan, I can’t thank you enough for that reference to the barrister’s wig. I must have it for the bear. I have emailed the designer and as yet have heard nothing – but it’s been less than 24 hours. Maybe she’s away for the weekend. Maybe I’ll try through Ravelry.
Another happy day with the Princess. The first 13 rows of a pattern repeat, here in the centre, are – I won’t say “hard”, but a bit slow, full of k3tog’s which require care lest the centre stitch escape. I’ve finished that part of the 6th repeat and am now steaming peacefully onwards.
Some of the more mathematically inclined ladies in the Heirloom Knitting group have done some interesting calculations showing what fraction of the centre has been knit as each repeat is finished – the answer is invariably, a lot less than you might think.
I continue to wander with delight through the new VK. I think I like everything in the “English garden” section. The last time I went to K1 Yarns, the proprietress was wearing a big sweater that amounted to a small dress, like the one on the cover and in the Bergere de France ad just inside. On the right age and shape of person, it looks astonishingly good.
I spent a while yesterday looking at Sarah Palin tee shirts at Cafepress, wondering if there was anything I could give anyone for Christmas (by which time she will either be Vice President of the United States, or Sarah Who?) There are thousands already, almost all favourable. I sort of liked this one. I was slightly encouraged, on reflection, by the fact that a lot of them had variations on the idea that the Republican ticket consists of SP and some old man. Funny, perhaps – but will people really turn out and vote for some old man?