In some haste – life is proceeding at an uncomfortable pace.

Helen and Archie and Fergus have gone to the airport to fetch Mungo, they hope.

We went to the Assembly Rooms yesterday to see Wonderland. Highly recommended. Thought-provoking as well as fun. Our friends’ daughter, Flora Spencer-Longhurst, is terrific. You’ve still got a week, and if you go you can reflect that I knit her a sweater when she was born, saying “Flora” on it. A good-sized audience, although I can’t imagine how anyone succeeds in choosing to see anything at the Fringe amidst such a cacophony.

Knitting – I finished the second sleeve of my little preemie jacket yesterday, and started across the final front. An ugly split stitch appeared. In my ASJ days last year, I got fairly proficient at laddering back in garter stitch with my fancy set of double-headed crochet hooks. The ability has deserted me. The more I tried, the more of a mess I made, until I finally ripped back and started again. A day’s work lost.

I feel better, as one almost always does after frogging. But also a bit scared. Blocking is as important for garter stitch as for anything else. I discovered that from the ASJ experience – and I can scarcely present my entry to the judges on Saturday damp. So it really ought to be blocked tomorrow evening. Yikes!

Knitting to a deadline is what I don’t do – but here I am.


We have now gone all the way around to a front view again. You can see some of the ravelled yarn, as yet un-incorporated. I'm trying very hard not to split it.
Knit Camp – the Shetland sequel

I longed to join Liz Lovick’s post-Knit-Camp Shetland jaunt when I first read of it, and her recent accounts make it sound utterly splendid.