I was wrong about the weather. We had a considerable thaw in Edinburgh yesterday, and today seems, so far, like a January day in Scotland. Not very nice, rather cold, rather damp, but not arctic.
Donice (comment yesterday), I think you had better come to the Knit Camp in Stirling next summer – Jared himself is teaching a class on “Plan Your Own Aran”, and Beth Brown-Reinsel will also be there, if you decide to go down that path.
I signed up yesterday. The class schedule had altered and expanded since I first looked. I put myself down for Franklin’s class on Photographing Your Fibre, that was a given, and for two classes, adding up to one all-day class, on Japanese Knitting with Donna Druchunas. That means missing a lot of other things, like especially Jared. It would be wonderful to be there all week, winding up with the Ravelry Day on Saturday (August 14, I think). But I have my responsibilities.
I mean to commute from Strathardle, but if anyone has a spare bed for Tuesday or Wednesday night, I'd be interested. Accommodation has to be booked for the whole week.
Donice, I ordered “A Fine Fleece” from Amazon just now, in admiration for the Fylingdales cardigan you’re thinking of – Amazon let me turn the pages on-line – and also in the hope of learning about wool from a spinner’s perspective.
The Grandson Sweater moves on. The three-row seeding pattern is very satisfactory in the way it marks one’s progress. Rachel drove Joe (the grandson in question) back to Nottingham for the new university term yesterday. She says, “Joe's house is freezing. His room is particularly bad because it is an annexe with 3 outside walls – so, damp and cold. That sweater will come in very handy.”