My check to the kind soul who bought madtosh DK “Tannehill” for me and sent it to my sister, has reached New Jersey successfully. A great relief. She was brave to trust an internet acquaintance for so much. As long as the check was outstanding, I didn’t even entirely trust myself.
Beyond that, I have virtually nothing to report.
I made a little progress on the Milo Bambino, and have discovered that I am very close indeed to the specified length for my size. I’ll finish, at this rate, without involving the sixth skein at all, although I chose the size which ostensibly required the length of yarn I had available. Today I’ll have to do some measuring – maybe the girth of what I have produced will justify making it a bit longer. Juliet can wear it next summer.
But it doesn’t want to be too long, to get tangled up with the nappies.
I watched a video, thanks to Flipboard, of Arne & Carlos knitting Easter eggs. When their Christmas bobble book came out – was that the one that made them famous? – I was greatly taken with it and knit several. I feel no urge whatsoever to knit Easter eggs, no doubt a symptom of advancing age. But A&C are as engaging as ever.
I was saddened to learn of the death of the Knitting Curmudgeon. I suppose it's the Harlot who would have to be considered the doyenne of knitting bloggers, but the Curmudgeon must have run her a close second. Shd was a particular favourite with those who like salty language with their knitting. Queer Joe’s tribute (March 10) is eloquent.
On a brighter note, the unstoppable Socklady seems to be doing fine back in her wilderness after her run-in with pulmonary embolisms.
I am tempted by Joe’s enthusiasm for “Modern Lopi” by Lars Rains – but there are so many knitting books these days. I can’t buy them all, as once I could and almost did.