Friday, October 25, 2013

This day is called the Feast of Crispian...

Another apology-for-a-blog. Helen and her younger boys are safely here, and I have sat away my blogging-time over the breakfast table. Helen will go to Venice and the boys to a friend nearby, any moment now.

Not much knitting yesterday, but I got in my two rounds of Rams & Yowes. Little and often, is the secret.

Thank you for the thriller-writers in yesterday’s comments. All will be carefully saved, and tasted. I agree with what you say about male and female writers, Hat – although I must try Reginald Hill. I have never got very far even with Rebus. But it was not always so – in the glory days of the 1950’s, we had Michael Innes and Edmund Crispin and others, I am sure. Clever and funny.

And I also need to go back to the question of how-not-to-purl-when-knitting-a-shawl. The woman in the Ravelry thread had a very clever way of knitting back & forth, beginning each row with a YO, and then lacing the edges together, i.e., not sewing or grafting. The effect was startlingly good, but could I do it? And I must look at Mary Thomas. What did the knitters of Unst actually do?

1 comment:

  1. I'd like to add John Buchan to your list of thriller writers. His heroes get out of scrapes by using their wits, rather than weapons. And his "The 39 Steps" is arguably the first modern thriller. Some critics say he is too jingoistic, however that is just a sign of the era in which he lived and wrote.