All well here, I guess. I greatly enjoyed, and am
grateful for, your welcoming-back messages yesterday.
The new kitchen is now functional – I’ve got
cooking-heat, I’ve got running water. I got this week’s Mindful Chef packages
today, and will get started on them tomorrow, a great luxury. While I was away,
Helen – and, I hope, her boys – did an unbelievable amount of product-shifting
here: kitchen stores back into the kitchen, art books into the study to clear
shelf-space for knitting books.
I’m somewhat in awe of the new kitchen. I don’t think
you want photographs until we’ve got a floor, and shelves, and painting in the
upper regions. But meanwhile I can cook.
I heard today from the Majestic Line, who are going to
take me on my cruise of the Western Isles this summer. I’ve had the dates wrong
all this time – I will sail from Oban on the 30th of June (not May)
and return 10 days later. A tight fit for Wimbledon, but not impossible,
especially if my dr is able to revivify me. I’ll see him this week. Lenten
abstinence has certainly not produced the hoped-for stimulus.
As for knitting: not much. Beverly, you’re absolutely
right that re-doing a good pattern is better than otherwise. I’ll omit the st
st rounds at the beginning which are meant to form a neat curl (mine flare). I’ll
alter the colours in the corrugated ribbing – in dim light, my first attempt
looks like spots rather than the desired ribbing-type stripes.
And it’s important to get back to all this soon.
But meanwhile, I knit a few more rounds of Archie’s sock. And
discovered that I was missing a stitch somewhere. Eventually I found it, two
inches or more down, too far to ladder up successfully. I have secured it, and
will confect another to replace it on the needle.
I remember the time when I was sitting in James’ and
Cathy’s kitchen in south London, knitting a sock as always, and said, I’ve
dropped a stitch. Their son Alistair (soon to graduate from Glasgow University
in computer science and go straight into an enviably well-paid job) started
looking for it on the kitchen floor.
I love your example of the ruthless logic of little children - where else would a dropped sitch be other than on the floor?
ReplyDeleteI am so glad to great that your kitchen is nearing the finish line. Just being able to cook in the kitchen again is such a joy (I cooked on a hot plate in another room when my kitchen was redone. Hot plate, toaster oven and microwave all co-habituated on the guestroom computer desk, which was conveniently at two levels. ) And that Helen did the major product shift for kitchen and bookshelves-what a gift! To me, that may be the hardest part of the remodel, finding homes for everything. And a cruise and Wimbledon to look forward to-sounds like a great spring and summer shaping up for you!
ReplyDeleteLovely to hear that you can cook again and that you are pleased with the progress. I hope for the same speed with my upcoming remodel.
ReplyDeleteI hope you will enjoy your grand new kitchen for many years to come. No mater what your level of tidiness and cleanliness, nothing is ever as clean and nice as new.
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ReplyDeleteHow lovely to return to so much work accomplished! The story of searching for a dropped stitch made me smile this morning - in spite of our recent snow fall and 9 degree F temperature. April showers in frozen form.
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