So Andy Murray got to be the World Number One without even playing any tennis yesterday. I wonder if I’ll be able to watch him play today. It made me put my Nicola Sturgeon hat on for a moment, and reflect on how he’s British at a moment like this, but more often a mere Scotsman. I thought of Kipling’s famous poem “Tommy Atkins” which I’ve just re-read. It’s not at all without interest, tennis aside.
Southern Gal, I fear the Cubs’ glorious victory cuts both ways – it’s another example of the totally unexpected wins of 2016, and it could weigh as heavily for Trump as for Clinton. And (Nicola Sturgeon hat here again) I have been sorry to see the British press far more interested in the Cubs than they were a few weeks earlier, when Hibs won the Scottish Cup for the first time in 114 years. (Sam has since died.)
But we need to think about knitting.
I recently sent for Pearl-McPhee’s “Knitting Rules!”. Another of those late-night, in-bed, iPad-propped-on-knees purchases, cheaper than signing up for another Craftsy class. It’s here, and it’s distinctly good, a sort of Knitting Without Tears de nos jours. She’s less dictatorial than EZ. She knows we hate swatching, and knows we must do it. And wash the swatch – I don’t think I’ve ever done that. But I will have to admit that some of my most successful sweaters have been the result of a considerable preliminary swatch.
And speaking of Craftsy, and of swatching, Carol Feller has got us through three whole lessons of “Celtic Cables” without crossing a single cable – it has all been about measuring and st st swatching so far. I have pre-ordered Norah Gaughan’s “Knitted Cable Sourcebook” which I gather, among other attractions, is good on the relationship between a st st swatch and the eventual cables.
My Kaffe Fassett sock is advancing down the foot. I will very soon finish the first ball of yarn, and must remember to pack some Whiskey Barrel with my hospital-visiting-kit, to finish off the foot. The first few pages of R.C. Sherriff’s “The Hopkins Manuscript” have gone well. Perdita and I sit in the kitchen in the evening, where it’s warm, to avoid heating the rest of the house. I knit the half-brioche and watch television programmes on the iPad and should finish the first half of the front tonight.