My sister and her husband will soon be airborne, Amsterdam-Edinburgh.
I was gravely alarmed by Helen C.K.S.’message yesterday – she may be right, that I musn’t allow myself to tell our neighbours how much they have cost us in uncompensated expense and in misery. Although I was grateful for those of you who thought I should do it – that includes Greek Helen, who wrote privately.
But Helen C.K.S. also thinks that Upstairs (or their insurance) won’t even have to pay for our damaged possessions. That’s what frightened me. Time will tell. Just this morning I have a submitted an estimate for restoring the sideboard and two chairs, to Upstairs’ insurance broker, letting her know that there is more to come.
And as for knitting, Sunday produced little, as usual. I am ribbing Lizzie’s second sock – this is the Gibson-Roberts heel tryout. And thinking about what to do next. I am all fired up to try Judy’s Magic Cast-on and a toe-up sock.
But that won’t be suitable for the Bedroom-at-Arles socks I want to knit for Alexander. I only have two 50 gram balls of that yarn, not enough for gents’ socks. I’ll finish off the toe with something else – probably with the yarn left over from his wife’s Van Gogh socks, Restaurant de la Sirene. Obviously, not possible toe-up.
So for Judy’s Magic Cast-On I need someone else, Hellie perhaps, and perhaps a Zauberball. Fun to think about.
It’s good. It’s a slim vol by five designers of not-quite-basic patterns. I love the hats and the scarves, and will one day, I hope, knit Mary Lou’s baby sweater for Theo and Jenni’s child. The book suggests variations, and, better yet, has its own website on which the designers mean to develop ideas to extend the patterns.
The one thing missing, perhaps, is a basic sweater. Mary Lou’s “man’s sweater” design has a zip up the front which disqualifies it, for me.
The surprise was Mary Lou herself. I had a vague mental image constructed around Mrs Roosevelt. Mary Lou is actually much younger, chic-er, and prettier. Meaning no disrespect to the memory of Mrs Roosevelt, whom I revere.
No blog tomorrow, while Roger and Helen are here. Later in the week we hope to go to Strathardle and forget our local troubles. The weather is still unseasonably cold. My poor little vegetable seeds will just have to make the best of it. The forecasts include substantial frost, and even snow on high ground. I hope the apple blossom is not too far advanced.