Kate, I’ve always thought it was today – and the BBC began today’s transmission by saying that today is “Wednesday, the 6th of January, Twelfth Night.” So I guess Christmas itself doesn’t count among the 12? I had never wondered about that before.
And today, I feel, 2010 really gets underway in Drummond Place. We have Christmas presents to open yet, and cards to put away, and are well enough to get started on the massive catching-up. Ironing and paper work are completely out of control, in my case.
Yesterday went well. A Plan of Action has been agreed upon for the Magnum Opus, with which all seem happy. My husband enjoyed talking about Art World events and people, a type of conversation he mostly has to do without, these days. The soup was OK, although not as good as the last time I made it. Gerri, I tossed out the word “agrodolce” yesterday thinking more of its Italian meaning, “sour-sweet”, than of the famous sauce. The soup has fish sauce, chillis, sugar, and lime juice in it. Not sour, in fact. hot-salty-sweet.
I have finished the first instruction for the Grandson Sweater, namely to knit 1 ¼” in k2, p2 rib, and feel a good deal happier about the size. Now we have 2 ½” in plain white, before the seeding starts.
I have read all the way through the instructions, a bit late in the day, and discovered that there are no directions at all about the sleeve openings, except to say curtly at the beginning that they must be cut open and the sleeves sewn in. Once I start the seeding, after the current 2 ½” plain, I am to carry on until I reach the neck.
Now that I know, I’ve got plenty of time to read around the subject before I get to the underarm point. I started with McGregor, who doesn’t seem to touch on the subject, but I’ve got plenty of other Scandinavian texts. I’m not afraid of cutting. In my Fair Isle Phase, back in the 80’s, I often knit sweaters right up to the top and then cut them to shape the neckline, v-neck or crew or whatever.
However, the serious job on the knitting front right now is to book my classes for the Knit Camp in Stirling in August – even if I never get there. Franklin on photographing fabric is a given – Alexander says he would be better employed teaching me to draw sheep. The rest is more difficult. I can’t be away from my duties too long. The programme on offer is rich and exciting.