For today, more ironing, I think; and change the cat’s litter tray.
Little was accomplished yesterday. David and Helen came with me on the hospital visit. We found my husband sleepy, but much recovered from his “episode” of the day before. I advanced the Whiskey Barrel sock somewhat. In the evening, D&H had a very small drinks party as a housewarming for their Edinburgh flat. I walked home with a friend in the gentle spring rain, except that it was autumnal.
I was far too tired at that point to attempt the Uncia, but today I fully intend to do the three rows remaining in Chart A, if nothing else.
However, that’s not all, knitting-wise, for the new VK arrived. It always comes in a Plain Brown Envelope, unlike the awful shrink-wrap of everybody else. And I always forget – what could this be? So it always comes as a delicious surprise. Some fine cables, some tempting vests. And if I were still in the market for ear-flap hats, some very interesting chullos.
And lots about Peru and alpaca. My memory of that fabric, some decades ago, is of knitting a sweater for myself. Fisherman’s rib, perhaps? The experience was utterly delicious, but the garment was a disaster. By the second or third wearing, it was a knee-length dress. Does alpaca still behave like that? I’d be very grateful for any comments. I’d like to go back there, but only if I can produce something with a bit of future life.
My current struggle with finance is going to involve a trip to a post office soon to consign some papers to snail mail. This is my chance to post some socks off to London, for-whom-they-may-fit; and so I may be inspired to get those socks – see sidebar – actually finished this weekend. It’s not as if I have any objection to Kitchener’ing toes.