In the 20th century, I used to set up the ironing board in front of the television. I’d look at the screen whenever there were 30 points against the server; otherwise iron. Piles of accumulated ironing melted away as if by magic, as if Rumplestiltskin had come to stay.
But my husband doesn’t care for tennis, and anyway needs to get some exercise in the afternoon, and won’t go out without me, so it doesn’t work like that any more.
Another thing we don’t do any more is live in
where we often used to take a morning train to and have lunch in a pub and catch a
matinee. Last night BBC4 showed the Royal Shakespeare Company’s “Julius
Caesar”. I didn’t get to see all of it, not even very much, what with football
and my husband wanting to watch a western. Stratford
I may have to buy the DVD. For, gosh! it was good. What a wonderful language we speak, and what a pleasure to hear it spoken intelligently by good actors!
I'm glad you liked the football, tandemsandy (link yesterday). You make me very envious, about Woolfest.
I’ve started the ribbing on Alexander’s first sock. I do lots of ribbing, 50 rounds, so it’ll take a couple of evenings.
I’m inclined to think I’ll stick with the Surprisingly Stretchy Bind-Off. I feel no need for further experiment on that front. But on the other hand, I like the sound of the Tubular Bind-0ff in Wendy Johnson’s book. It involves a k1, p1 rib (which I normally don’t do), then the stitches are separated onto two needles, knits to the front, purls to the back, and grafted together. I might have a go at that one day.
Knitting08816 , all I meant about the Sweet Tomato Heel's being in a class by itself was that – so far – it didn’t seem to resemble any other heel. Although maybe stacked wedges could be considered a special case of the Strong-Fleegle heel?
When I was young I think I vaguely believed that the genera and species of plants had been assigned by Linnaeus and had stayed put ever since. But, no – it is not uncommon for a plant to shift about. Is the deodar a pine or a cedar?
I am not as ambitious as that, when it comes to classifying heels, but I find myself wanting to group them into categories. As I’ve said, I mean to go back to the Sweet Tomato for my next effort. I will contemplate it anew.
I tried to read Candace’ book yesterday to compare her revolutionary sock with the short-row toe in Wendy’s book, but I got bogged down. I’ll have to experience it.