Oh, grannypurple! I am so glad to know it was you who found my knitting on the Google Images pages for the Calcutta Cup – now I have somewhere specific to direct my gratitude.
Life sort of intersected with knitting yesterday, to the detriment of the latter. How do you people who have lives all the time, manage to knit? How did I, in the old days?
I have joined the sleeves to the body of Ed’s Gardening Sweater, and have knit two rounds plain. I need to stop and think at this point, anyway.
Meg’s third article in Knitter’s – we’re up to Fall, 2000 by now – is full of calculations. And all she is doing is a simple raglan. I’m aiming for EZ’s Hybrid, to be found both in KwT and the Workshop. I’m already off base, because I was supposed to leave behind only 5% of K at the underarms for a Hybrid, and I have left 8%.
I’m not going to double back. In my long-ago Fair Isle days, before I had ever heard of EZ, I used to leave too few stitches – the first few rounds of all-together were tight and difficult, and I don’t think the underarm fit was very good.
The rate of decrease for the Hybrid is meant to be one round in three. I know how long I want the sweater to be, so I need to work out where that rate of decrease will get me, as I approach the neck, and how much height to allow for the saddle which constitutes the wonderfulness of the design. The body of the sweater, as Meg points out, can now serve as a gigantic swatch.
Better to face these things in the morning when some, at least, of the synapses are firing.
I made a good start on the Income Tax yesterday. The first piece of information they want, after name and date-of-birth, is interest earned on savings accounts and the like. That item took a big hit, three years ago, was it? when banks cut their interest rates to something totally risible. I was surprised to see, in my first calculations yesterday, that it’s fallen again, although our deposits are roughly as they were. Rates must have been cut from 1% to 0.5% while I wasn’t paying attention.
My mother, whose young adulthood was spent in the Depression, was terribly pleased in whatever post-war decade it was of high inflation, when she could get interest rates which sounded sensational. I used to get cross at her for not understanding that inflation was eating her money away like rats in the cellar.
And here I am in the same situation. 0.5% interest, 2.5% inflation.
On a more cheerful note, we tottered out after our late lunch for a little walk in
yesterday. Crisp frost – the sort of weather Archie likes for rugby practice at
school. He doesn’t have to practice tackling when the ground is frozen. They mince around for half an hour and then are allowed indoors. Drummond Place Gardens
We saw the first snowdrops, and lots of Wooden Enemies, and a rhododendron (rhododendron praecox?) covered in flowers from head to foot.
2013 has started!