Friday, November 15, 2019

Again, not much done. A day of activity but not much accomplishment. A man came to service the boiler and fix a broken lavatory and a stuck cellar door. He did all those things successfully. Tesco delivered some groceries. My cleaner came and put the groceries away. Greek Helen dropped in.

I think the Dathan hap rows have reached the point where I had better stop flogging myself to get four rows done a day, and just knit peacefully on. The stitch count is somewhere in the 390’s. The target is 597.

The new IK turned up today but alas! has nothing for me. It is largely or perhaps entirely devoted to heavier yarns – not my thing, these days.

I think I’m ready to read The Golden Fleece, but I am at the moment still with Trollope – “The Bertrams”. I am currently reading a section in which the author does something I almost always don’t enjoy – namely, uses a place he has recently visited as background. I’m jumping to a conclusion here, in Trollope’s case, but I’m fairly confident.

The place is Jerusalem, and the section is not without interest because Trollope is good, and his eye is sharp, and it’s interesting to see what Jerusalem was like 150 years ago. But I hope we’ll all go home to England soon.

It’s Friday night again. I must go back to the passato remoto.


  1. I have moved on to another Diana Althill, Alive Alive Oh, but it may not be the right book for gloomy November. After the annual ‘tossing of the stash’ I have given away yarn, and selected some to take on ‘yarn dates’ single skeins that can make a hat or mitts and I’ll see what I think of it. I should be working on bigger things, but this is fun and very satisfying. Plus, the smaller items can be used for gifts, so it had another purpose. I just finished a hat made with Wild Wool, which has nettle in it. (Have we discussed nettle before?) it is turned into viscose, and has a lovely soft hand.

  2. I am with you on the thicker yarns. They are fine for the occasional hat or scarf, but it's rough on the hands. My favorite weight is fingering - it makes for lovely colorwork, cables and a fine finish. The heaviest I want to knit is worsted weight - and often those sweaters are far too heavy for most of the year here in Maryland.