The initial remark is from Perdita, who is being a Very Great Help again this morning.
Yesterday was another good day. My husband really is a bit better – and the catheter is out. Maybe we can pull this off after all.
I knitted another three and a half rows of Fantoosh – I'm sort of halfway through the penultimate, 22-lozenge rank. So far, this hyperactive kitten has combined surprisingly well with knitting. Yesterday, she slept on my husband's chair while I watched Pointless and the news, and knitted. On other days, she has actually slept on my lap.
“Sequence Knitting” turned up, a fortnight before I would have thought it possible. AND the man delivering it – it's large, and it required a signature – rang the doorbell only moments after I got back from the hospital. It's usually the other way around.
It's interesting, although I haven't got very far yet. The idea is simple – “sequence knitting” is any repeated stitch pattern. K2P2, for instance, over a multiple of four stitches, produces a result with which we are all familiar. Then try it over a multiple of five. Then try starting each new row where you left off, rather than beginning the stitch sequence anew. And so forth. I look forward to reading on.
It is another self-published book, like Kate Davies' ones and Lucy Hague's “Celtic Cable Shawls”. Is this the future?
On that topic (Celtic cables) – I'm currently doing Melissa Leapman's Craftsy class on “Infinate Cables”. I must face up to Alasdair Post-Quinn on double knitting. I've got his book, and I signed up for the class ages ago. It sounds so difficult. All the more reason at least to lie in bed watching the lessons, with Perdita trying to catch the yarn on the screen.
I thought for a moment this morning, in my bath, that I had developed a really interesting dermatological condition on my lower legs, ankle to knee. Then I realised I was seeing the pinpricks where the kitten had been climbing me. Her original owner warned me that she was a climber. Floor to ceiling curtains are of no interest – it's people she climbs.
I shall have to get a pair of loose-fitting heavy corduroy trousers – or a new cat.