Another grey and
chill day. Archie and I got once around the garden, but I have achieved only
1835 steps, despite shuffling around the kitchen to make a relatively
complicated lunch. Sometimes I think the telefonino just makes it up.
I watched Mrs Sturgeon
giving evidence to that committee for as long as I could bear it – she has a harsh
voice. She’s well on top of her facts. I got some knitting done as I watched.
The Polliwog is divided for front and back, and I have made a start on the ribbed
back. I’m mildly worried about size, but fortunately babies aren’t much worried
about fit. It won’t be too small.
A bit of reading.
I’m nearer the end of “Fontamara” than I was yesterday. So, not a bad day, all
in all.
I think the
mosaicists have had a reasonably successful time, too. They have been
re-casting the design to make up for the discrepancy in measurements which they discovered yesterday. As you say, Mary Lou, it can’t be fudged.
As long as the polliwog is too big...as should be well! the last baby-surprise I made for a fairly new baby fitted her until she was about two.
ReplyDeleteOddly, I was thinking about how some things cannot be fudged yesterday. Woodwork is another "can't be fudged" thing. In his beloved "shed" the Senior Cat lived by the rule "measure twice and cut once". I suspect it is just a little easier for those of us who knit!
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