I thought I’d overslept on Sunday, it was so bright outside when I woke up, but no, it had snowed unexpectedly. Not ideal for my promised Mothers Day lie in, but perfect for a bit of back garden skiing practice. (I did get breakfast in bed before the skiing began.)
The old dog gambols about like a pup when it snows, I guess the smells all change when the ground’s covered. We get deer coming in to the garden too when it’s cold and that’s about the most exciting thing that can happen in a dog’s world. (Second only to a trespassing cat.) One of these days I’ll knit him a pair of booties for the winter; he won’t appreciate them, but it’ll stop me shivering when I look at his bare feet in the snow.
There was a shocking knitting crime committed last night. Not by me (unless you count the stupid mistakes that caused me to rip back the frost flowers hat), but by the BBC in Call the Midwife.
Yes, she’s pretending to knit a crocheted square. No wonder she’s holding on to it so tightly!
I was very tempted to email the Beeb a ‘come on, you can do better than that’ missive, but I’m sure someone else will have done it by now. They may have redeemed themselves instantly by using several of Kate Davies’ designs in the very next programme broadcast last night.
My mindless knitting scarf is just a foot or so short of its finished length so there is a chance of a finished object tomorrow. No promises mind.
We’ve had a mid-term break here; four days off school frustratingly arranged either side of a weekend. We went to stay with Granny and Granddad – 18 hours driving there and back. It’s a good job they’re worth the trip.
I did pack knitting of course. Two projects, just in case. Don’t judge me for this, but I didn’t do any. I may have picked up a few dropped stitches on the littl’uns’ knitting (their Granny had bought them some funky multi-coloured yarn) but I don’t think that counts. Granny and Little littl’un made a pair of trousers for her Mousey (stuffed, not real) but she has taken them to school for ‘news’ so I can’t even show you them.
I haven’t been entirely abstaining from yarn; there has been a small amount of crochet. I bought myself Erika Knight’s Crochet Workshop for Christmas with the intention of teaching myself to crochet this year. I know I have been able to crochet in the past; there was a memorable 70s theme student party for which a friend and I made granny squares (I’m not sure what purpose they were intended to serve; they may have been purely decorative). I think my friend taught me how to make them but I haven’t picked up a hook since.
I know I made Granny squares; here is the evidence. The icky colour choices were for the purposes of looking more authentically seventies.
I have a couple of crochet garments and I regularly covet projects made by the talented Lucy at Attic 24, so in my mind that is perfect justification for (re-)learning to crochet myself. Crochet workshop says that it is:
the perfect book for the beginner. Under Erika Knight’s guidance even those who have never picked up a crochet hook before will soon be making gorgeous projects and all the while learning new techniques and adding to their skills. Each of the 20 projects in the book will teach you a new stitch, technique or trick, and will build on and consolidate crochet techniques already learnt in the preceding projects, until you have mastered a wide repertoire of skills and completed an enviable collection of gorgeous crocheted items.
Sounds good to me.
I have been a very diligent student and started at the beginning of the book. I’ve practiced the basic stitches and things like working in-the-round and into-spaces. There are twenty projects in the book and I can see myself trying most of them (one exception being the dog/cat bed; my dog is rather large and I’m not sure he’d be the most grateful recipient). There’s also an asymmetric cardigan which isn’t the kind of thing I’d normally wear, but I do like the flower motifs it’s constructed from and I have made a few of them. They’re mildly addictive.
Erika Knight’s Crochet Workshop and flower motifs crocheted from it.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do with them. Maybe a scarf …. maybe a table runner …