This day is called the Feast of Crispian...
Another apology-for-a-blog. Helen and her younger boys are safely here, and I have sat away my blogging-time over the breakfast table. Helen will go to
and the boys to a
friend nearby, any moment now. Venice
Not much knitting yesterday, but I got in my two rounds of Rams & Yowes. Little and often, is the secret.
Thank you for the thriller-writers in yesterday’s comments. All will be carefully saved, and tasted. I agree with what you say about male and female writers, Hat – although I must try Reginald Hill. I have never got very far even with Rebus. But it was not always so – in the glory days of the 1950’s, we had Michael Innes and Edmund Crispin and others, I am sure. Clever and funny.
And I also need to go back to the question of how-not-to-purl-when-knitting-a-shawl. The woman in the Ravelry thread had a very clever way of knitting back & forth, beginning each row with a YO, and then lacing the edges together, i.e., not sewing or grafting. The effect was startlingly good, but could I do it? And I must look at Mary Thomas. What did the knitters of Unst actually do?