Howzat!

These beautiful gloves arrived in the post yesterday. No message. I knew at once who had knit and sent them, and the return address on the envelope confirmed it. Identifying works of art is much like that – all those x-rays and chemical analysis of paint comes second; first, you look and recognise, much as (in the old, pre-electronic days) you recognised your mother's handwriting on an envelope.

This must be by X, because n other artist could have done it. 

Thanks, Lynn.

As well as being beautiful (and as well as fitting), they are immaculately knit. No strained threads at base of thumbs or fingers. No knots where yarns were joined. How does she do it?

Another day, here. My husband has a painful rash in the groin area. Yesterday, at last, we got a serious ointment for it, prescribed by the GP during his visit on Wednesday. We hope for results soon. It is possible that if he were in less pain, my husband's temper would be better. As it is, things continue tough.

I attached the second ball and started knitting the v-neck shaping for the vest yesterday. I would hope that by tomorrow I might be far enough along that a photograph would be meaningful. And I got as far as establishing that Loop doesn't have madtosh Whiskey Barrel, as I must have known all along. Order to Webs today, I hope.

I got up to John Lewis yesterday while the private carer was here at midday. Asymmetry is everywhere, ladies! I love it! However, I was in that dept determined to press on through and look at gents' sweaters. Nada, as expected. Racks and racks of merino and cashmere and lambswool for wearing in offices. Tables of heavy, bristly wool for mountaineers. Nowhere could I be more usefully employed than in knitting DK sweaters for gents.

Another year, another Rhinebeck. One day!