It will be four weeks tomorrow since the present state of affairs was launched by my husband’s fall. It’s high time I pulled myself together and got some routine and discipline into my life.
Tomorrow is the publication date for the Vintage Shetland Project. I am ashamed of myself for thinking of it, but there it is. When she announced it, I linked it in my mind to my birthday. Thank you, and thank you again for all your kind messages. I had a delicious day doing nothing much except hospital visiting.
My husband is doing well, impatient to get home. His wound has healed well (he still has no memory of surgery) and the physiotherapists are getting him on his feet. But he is much weaker than he was when last at home. It takes two of them, to help him walk a few steps with a zimmer frame. We are suspended in limbo.
Susan Crawford’s message about her diagnosis said that she wouldn’t be able to participate as she had hoped in the promotion of the book. That implied, perhaps, that it would be published on schedule? Not that that would mean much in itself. In full health, she had grumbled about what a job it would be to mail copies to all the crowdfunders.
I asked Amazon, just in case they knew anything about it. No, they don’t, but I discovered a “Vintage Visage” old Shetland lace shawl pattern, and bought it. Centre out, and the centre is knit diagonally with YO’s at the beginning of every row, just like the Hansel shawl.
Not much knitting has been going on around here. I haven’t been watching television at all – that definitely cuts down on knitting time. At the hospital, I’ve finished the first Vampire sock and am through the tedious ribbing of the second.
Also, I had a very pleasant coffee morning with one of you early last week, which inspired me to cast on the Uncia shawl from the (now famous) Haps book. It begins “cast on 5 stitches”, which is the sort of pattern I like these days. I am rather surprised to find, having done 57 rows, that I still have only 27 stitches and a piece of knitting rather like a rat’s tail. The photographs in the book don’t show it. I have established some ribbing which will presumably travel gloriously down into the main sections.
After 150 rows I will have 57 stitches – still not very many – and the charts will begin.
Nothing whatsoever has happened with the Hansel shawl (although I can tell you that all is going well with the pregnancy which inspires it).