A good day, yesterday.
I went walking in the Botanic Gardens with a dear friend,
and we saw some British Art into the bargain. I held up fine, less than an
hour, but was appalled at how weak I am. A year ago, before the pulmonary
embolisms, I could go on a five mile walk – and, yes, I know, that’s nothing –
without difficulty. Could I do it now? Will I get any stronger, or just
continue declining?
No use worrying, especially in May. The Gardens were grand, the Art somewhat less
so.
I knit on, but not very much got done because we had a
television crisis which occupied much of the late afternoon. The same friend
came to help, bringing a set of her own to lend us but she couldn’t make that
one work, either. We remain uncertain about whether the fault lies with the
actual set, or with the cable company; although the afternoon’s events seem to
throw the blame towards the latter.
I am about 66cm along with the Neap Tide shawl – a metre
being needed -- and I am beginning to
worry, just a bit, about whether I will have enough yarn in the first skein to
reach a satisfactory half-way point. I’ve now got far more stitches than the
pattern specifies (I’ve stopped counting), in order to reach a satisfactory
width. Which I think I’ve done.
I’m terribly pleased with the way it’s looking, and draping;
I must make it long enough to do it justice. Old Maiden Aunt lists the yarn on
her website. I could buy a third
skein. Best to keep on knitting as fast as I can and see how far I get. The
whole experience is a valuable lesson in the mysterious matter of gauge. We need a photograph. Tomorrow, I hope.
Kate Davies’ Hap Book
Not only does she keep us on the edges of our seats in eager
anticipation, but she says nothing about “pre-ordering”. She’ll publish the
book, and then sell it to us.
Tamar, I am in awe of you, always grateful for your comments
and impressed beyond measure by the width of your knowledge. But this time I think
you are mistaken, in saying that the photograph which identifies Miss Hunter in Kate Davies’
blog entry, is of a different shawl to the others.
I assume the
photographs are all ones KD took at the museum of the Knitting and Crochet
Guild. I think they all show the same shawl, the prototype of Patons’ leaflet
893 which is the same as one of the two shawls in leaflet 1085. The photograph
which shows the label is of a corner, and does indeed look a bit different for
that reason, as the lace patterns decrease into the mitre. But I think it’s the
same shawl. I have the leaflets here on the table as I write – the corner is
clearer in 1085 – and I think it’s right.
Interesting point about the shawl photographedby Kate Davies, and labelled as "By Miss Hunter". That one looks to me like an Old Shale border rather than the "fir tree" pattern in the shawl shown in leafter 893.
ReplyDeleteJennyS
After pulmonary embolisms and all that enforced sitting, it's not surprising your stamina has decreased. If you get the chance to walk more it should improve, don't you think? So far a lovely May here, at least. Glad you are getting out to enjoy it.
ReplyDeleteDaily walk?
ReplyDeleteBecause I can't help smiling every time I see the photo of wee Juliet and her splendid blanket: is it just me, or does she look astonishingly like her father?
ReplyDeleteWe'll have to agree to disagree. That pattern looks more like Old Shale to me. I tried looking at it as if it is half a tree with the other half separated from it by the corner line, which could account for the 5-4-3-2 openings, but the patterns just below the tree seem to have the wrong number of strands per opening - one strand in places where two strands are in the other pictures. The edge pattern doesn't look quite right, either. I wish it had been laid out flat instead of loosely pushed together.
ReplyDeleteI think perhaps that photo was shown because of the staples in the label, with no intent to confuse it with the primary shawl. She does say that there are several shawls by Miss Hunter in the collection.
Other topic: I've read that gentle regular exercise will lead to gaining strength; it just takes a little longer. One of these days I intend to give that a try...