Not a bad day. I got Xmas pressies wrapped for Alexander to take away with him tomorrow. I did a big supermarket shop. Tomorrow I must get back to card-writing.
And I knit very happily on the stripey hat. It is perfect winter solstice knitting, bright and cheerful and quick and fun -- perhaps I should get in a couple more kits for future solstices. Every bit of it is fun:
1) the 21 mini-skeins are strung on a leather thong (I think would be the word), in no particular order. So the first thing to do is to find the one you want next. The efficient thing to do would be to un-string them and spread them out on the table. I think it's much more fun not to. I find two at a time, and then re-string the others.
2) then you get to wind the first of the skeins you found. That's fun too.
3) then knit a stripe -- none are more than three rounds wide.
4) on to the second skein.
Then you get to start again. I've done 21 of the 55 rounds before the crown shaping.
There is a slight complication, in that after a while you find yourself called upon to re-employ a colour which has already appeared. And this evening, as we were peacefully watching television, I got to the first instance -- row 22 -- of that requirement. And guess who was sleeping on top of the left-overs? So that was the end of the evening’s knitting.
That 's a good idea, commenters yesterday, to walk to retain the strength I've got. Very faithful readers will remember how I used to do a mile around Drummond Place gardens every morning (four circuits). That was five or six years ago. Then we had a hard winter, the one in which my husband’s sister died, and I never got started again.
I will try to re-institute something like that. Although, of course, it probably won't be possible tomorrow… and I hear myself saying that often in the future. But I'll try. The great thing about DP Gardens is that they're more or less level. All other walks around here are fairly steep.