Again, little to report. An afternoon at the Royal Infirmary Diabetic Department is excruciatingly boring – it advanced Matt’s sock further than expected, however. The toe-shaping is immanent; the Loch Fyne weekend should carry me beyond the ribbing of the second sock.
And I’ve finished the third pattern repeat (of ten) on the Amedro shawl. And finished a page of text – that feels like achievement.
We were both exhausted last night. That’s a feature of old age: not to be compared with illness and death, downer-wise, but still, a drawback. The journey to the new Royal Infirmary is about an hour each way, and there’s much sitting to be done when one gets there. It meant that we had no lunch yesterday. Blood-sugar-wise, we did fine, but I think it contributed to the evening tiredness.
Evelyn Waugh, “Scoop”, describing the set-up at Boot Magna: “Ten servants waited upon the household and upon one another, but in a desultory fashion, for they could spare very little time from the five meat meals which tradition daily allowed them.” That’s us, essentially.
Cat, you are right that the rules about red tape/temporary visas/educational events need to be looked at calmly. But that was just the last and most spectacular snafu, and could have nothing to do with the (presumed) financial shortfall which means tutors aren’t being paid. The organizer, in the post I linked to yesterday, suggested that British turnout was less than expected. Even that should have been factored in (classes cancelled, or whatever) by the time the event started.
I think it fell between two stools – I have attended both “Camp Stitches” and “Stitches East” in the US: they are two different beasts. The Camp is in a remote-ish place – Lake George, in my blissful experience. Everybody comes for the whole time. The curriculum and the market are limited. (But wonderful – the second time, I did a whole three-day shawl workshop with Joan Shrouder, a different species of shawl each day.)
Stitches, on the other hand, is in a city – Atlantic City, NJ, for me. Big, big curriculum and big, big market. You stay in a hotel or come for the day and pick and choose as you please.
Stirling was ni l’un ni l’autre.
The arrival of “Diagonal Knitting” the other day sent me back to Debbie New’s “Unexpected Knitting” – another Schoolhouse Press publication. That’s really the one, in my opinion. I’ve never knit anything from it, but I want to, every time I read it. Maybe I should try to focus on something and add it to the HALFPINT list. There are some great stash-busters.
If you’ve never seen the book, try to find it and have a look. Start at the beginning, with the garter-stitch quilt which is – believe me – a photograph of Debbie’s grandmother. I don’t understand how it was done, and it doesn’t matter, because I’m certainly not going to try. It’s amazing and wonderful.