Again, not much. I have embarked on the twelfth repeat (of fourteen) of the centre pattern of Mrs Hunter’s shawl, but have done no more counting of the stitches remaining to be consumed.

I have spent some more time thinking about patterns for which I might seek yarn at the EYF. Still too many – the shorter Ancasta, from Laine; Nancy’s vest, from Carol Sunday; Nila, over there on Brooklyn Tweed. We’ve agreed that it would look ridiculous on me on Broughton Street, and wouldn’t keep the chest warm, but I keep being drawn back to it. Perhaps I should put the idea out to daughters, daughters-in-law and granddaughters and see if anyone’s interested.

I had an email from EYF today, full of do-this, do-this, do-that. I’ll have to let it simmer for awhile. I still don’t know how to go around the back and get into the market early on Friday the 10^th of March – a perk for class attenders. It sounds as if my class with Hazel Tindall might be in the Corn Exchange itself that morning; good news. I’ll have to work it all out soon, and plan my attack, and print my ticket.

I was very interested in your comment, Joni, about how your DFW Fiber Fest chooses vendors. The great thing, obviously, is to be a Successful Event, so that they have to come to you. The EYF seems to have achieved that status rather quickly. And, Maureen, what you say about Amy Detjen having to submit a proposal for a class and then being accepted, fits right in. I think I had always assumed that organizers of such events invited the teachers they wanted.

Non-knit

Alexander came to see us this morning, as often on a Wednesday. We talked sadly of who might captain Scotland on Saturday (when we play Wales, here at Murrayfield) and who might play scrum half. It was no use even trying to talk about who could kick for goal. They – the Loch Fyne Mileses – are coming over on Saturday, as often. We’ll see them before the match.