We lost to Wales yesterday. We were ahead for much of the match and it was almost unbearably exciting.
That cat has chewed through my iPad charging cord for the second time.
My husband continues to make good progress, but also continues on oxygen. I need to get hold of someone who knows what’s going on.
I’m making splendid progress with the Arne&Carlos sock – ideal hospital-visiting material, and the patterned yarn keeps one knitting keenly on to see what’s going to happen next. The result is good, but not, perhaps, quite right for office wear. I’ll have to shop around a bit for a recipient.
The pleasure of the knitting set me to wondering whether Regia had brought out any new artist lines recently. In past years, I’ve knit a couple of their Van Goghs, and, I think, a Hundertwasser. As far as I can gather, there’s no new name (unless you count Arne&Carlos). But I did stumble across a colorway called Istanbul Mosaic. I’ve got to get that for Greek Helen and it’s not proving easy to come by.
The new IK turned up on Friday – an embarrassment of riches, so soon after VK. It's still winter at Vogue, but early spring for IK. I like this issue a lot – new editor settling into the saddle? Articles about small-scale American producers of yarn, sheep-to-mill-to-dye-pot. Some very nice small shawls. I’m rather taken with Carol Feller’s Yorkshire Capelet – extra warmth for shoulders and chest a) leaving arms free and b) staying put without needing to be tugged at.
I am in the process of being moved from rat poison (Warfarin) onto a different blood thinner. I’ll start tomorrow if a last INR test shows my blood to be at the right clotting level after omitting Warfarin yesterday and today. I’ve got the new pills, and have read the accompanying text with attention. There are lots of scary side effects – but nothing about diet. I can apparently have all the kale and all the cider I want!