Sorry for yesterday. You probably guessed that it was a case of sitting-over-breakfast, and also of wanting to put Helen’s brief visit to the best use. We got both of us measured and into CustomFit yesterday morning. And changed some lightbulbs. She has organised someone to come tomorrow morning and assess us for mobility aids. She is searching for a new cleaning woman, since our wonderful Polish girl recently got a proper job and left us. Helen is something of a whirlwind.
She is waking up in Strathardle this morning – she’s there to refill the little trays with mouse poison (I ran out, the last time we were there) and drain the water for the winter. Her middle son, Mungo, is spending the night at a relatively nearby boarding school, Glenalmond. The night before he had been at Fettes, here in
and his younger brother Fergus at Merchiston, where Archie is. I look forward
to the boys’ reports on all this when they get back here this afternoon. Edinburgh
I’ll show Helen the basic CustomFit sweater shapes if we have a quiet moment, and see what she thinks about yarn weights. I am increasingly impressed with the solidity of the CustomFit website. Herzog has planned carefully and worked hard. I could use Relax2 as a great big swatch – do I know what size needle I used? I assume if anything comes of this, that I’ll be going on with madelinetosh. In fact, I’ll swatch anew.
Then they’re all going back to
On-the-spot knitting has reached crucial moments for both projects. I have finished the first set of Yowes, knit the six-row border pattern again, and am ready to start the big Rams’-Horn section which fills the middle of the blankie. Kate D. says that it is more knitterly than the Yowes. I am doing my best with the colours and trying not to worry too much. By now, every ball has been employed so all – all! -- I have to do is match the colour-symbol on the chart to the choice I made for that symbol last time. But several shades are close to each other, and I don’t have a Ott light.
And I’m ready to start the underarm increases for Milano/Relax3. Helen admires it.
Yesterday I had to be up in St James Centre to get something weighed at the post office – great for my pedometer score. I have ambitions for a piece of silly Christmas knitting from Knit Your Own Britain, and although I am sure I could do it all from stash, I allowed myself, extravagantly, to buy some of the yarn specified by the pattern. It shouldn’t take long to knit, this thing. It has to be finished with quite a bit of embroidery, which is not my forte. But I think experience has shewn that if the desired end can be hinted at, the eye of the observer will do the rest.
I have just finished Susan Hill’s novella, Black Sheep. I always read Alan Massie in the Scotsman book section on Saturday, and often follow his recommendations. This was one. It’s very good, very grim, about a pit village. No fictional date or place is specified – pre-WWI, I think, and they seem to be English rather than Scots or Welsh. I wonder if I would have read it if I had known how very grim it is. Still, it’s also very good.
But, goodness gracious me, Susan Hill is the only person in the world who can tell us how Simon Serrailler is getting on and I wish she would. There's a thriller recommendation for you.