If tomorrow is – undoubtedly – the First Day of the Rest of Our Lives, what does that make today? It is meant to be uniquely depressing, according to this morning’s radio – Monday morning, Christmas bills coming in, weather awful, January paycheck still not here, New Year’s resolutions broken. I, au contraire, love January – that convalescent feeling that the worst is behind us, but it’s too soon to start the hard work.
It must be almost as dark as November, but it feels entirely different.
There was a picture in the Telegraph last Friday of a knitted brain. Did anyone see it? It’s on show in the Boston Science Museum and looks rather nice.
There was a little piece in the Sunday Times yesterday about an old woman who knits breasts. She turns out one a day and her daughter uses them, somehow or other, to teach mothers about breast feeding. My husband took this to mean that the poor little tykes had to suck wool, but I doubt if that be the case.
I cut out both these items and put them in my Knitting file.
Back to vegetables: Fishwife, salicornia/salsola is said to be able to get along without salt, but I will take on board what you say. Is concentrated seaweed the sort of thing you can buy at B&Q? (The link, this time, is to the Fishwife's gardening blog, a Garden-of-Eden scene of abundance compared to my pitiful efforts.)
One of the Sunday papers said yesterday that seed suppliers are struggling to supply all the new, keen vegetable growers this year. I would assume that that is Sunday-newspaper-hype, but I had better get started actually ordering all these wonderful things I have decided on.
As for actual knitting, today’s first task is to wind another skein, surely the last. I continue pleased with my stately progress. I continue to love the striated effect of an Araucania "solid".