One of the great things about moving away from the United States, is leaving St Patrick behind. One doesn't hear much about him, here.
Yesterday evening was a series of interruptions: even so, I’m half-way across the 11th row of the 13th repeat of the Princess centre. The 13th row, which I should surely reach today, is the end of the opening motif, and the last row in the pattern with double decreases involving the markers. I’m getting fairly adroit at the necessary manoeuvre, holding the marker between index and middle fingers of left hand until it can be replaced, but I’ll be glad to dispense with it.
The box with the date and signature begins on row 27. I think it had better be preceded with two or perhaps four rows of garter stitch – not across the whole row, of course, just the stitches where the signature box is about to be formed. So I might get to the preliminaries of that undertaking this week.
I’ll have to pause at the weekend to wind skeins and knit a swatch for the Adult Surprise sweater which I am hoping a) to take along next week as train-and-London knitting and b) to submit as “child’s cardigan” in the Home Industries Tent of the Strathardle Highland Games this summer. EZ’s percentage system can hardly be expected to work without a decent swatch.
Thank you for your comment, Ted (attached to the Ides of March post). (Any hope that you might find and resume your own Princess? Believe me, it’s fun.) I’ll have a look at the Shetland Museum photo archives, and at the Amedro stole you mention. My current plan for knitting the Queen Ring pattern as a stole – I think I’ll have to go ahead with this – involves nothing more complicated than garter stitch grafting, which I think I can manage. The Queen Ring pattern gives 6 plain rows at start and finish of the centre: the ideal point to stop and start again from the other end, and eventually graft.
Our numbers are now up to four, counting me: we’re meeting at I Knit near Waterloo Station in London at about 2:30 p.m. on Thursday the 26th – anyone else who happens to be around would be most welcome. Bring your knitting. Email me at the address in the sidebar to be sure of receiving news of last-minute changes.
I have been thinking, as you know, of getting a Kindle or similar for my trip to CT for Theo’s wedding. I am cooling down on the idea, because of cost. It would be wonderful for those six days, but I wouldn’t use it here. Three well-chosen paperbacks should do the trick, and I can always abandon the ones I’ve finished.
I went to Waterstone’s yesterday with this thought in mind. (I went to the one at the east end of Princes Street, mid-afternoon, on my way to the station to book the tickets for next week. Were you there, Wren?) I got Kate Atkinson’s “When Will There Be Good News?” – that’s a certainty, and it’s 480 pages long. And “Until It’s Over” by Nicci French. I read about them in a Sunday paper this week, and they sounded like my kind of thriller writers. (They’re a husband-and-wife team.) That’s a gamble. And “In Search of Schrodinger’s Cat”, about quantum physics, for something meaty. That’s another gamble. I would have liked something about Darwin and speciation, but nothing looked quite right.