You would think that a whole week in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do except knit, read, dog-walk and think would have led to enormous progress on my projects. But the enormity of the Kex Blanket is only just beginning to dawn on me. I will be lucky to finish the first quarter segment this week. But that's OK! It was meant to be a long-term investment knit, and so it will be.
Today, I hit the point in my book where I had to give up everything else and just read.
|The Old Inn, Carbost|
There is something here with which to indulge all your senses. I started off a little cynical and wry, muttering to myself that it was a jarful of sub-standard Harry Potter jelly beans. That it was written to be a computer game. That it was too flowery in its descriptions, too manipulative of its plot, too obvious.
But somewhere along the way, I stepped onto the circus train and wrapped the symbolic red scarf of the reveur around my neck. OK, you win Erin Morgenstern, I enjoyed your book!
Does it require a belief in magic to be sucked into this dream-world? Perhaps so, and that is something my logical self struggles with. But the theatricality of it all, the construction of scenes and illusions and symbols and stories - yes, I respond to that very readily.
|Real ale and real coffee - at last!|
This morning, I showered with a sample bar of "Ethereal Seas" and suffused the whole house with a smell that is fresh and clean and clear-headed and energetic. My breakfast mug of hibiscus, angelica and ginger tea was sipped and inhaled as I picked up my reading from where I left it last night.
|Loch Harport: did the Romans come here? Discuss.|
|Plaid scarf from Knit Now Issue 19|
What will I read next? Well... I picked up a copy of Handmade Soap in a charity shop in Portree yesterday for 50p... and a copy of A Good Yarn for another 50p. Sadly, the handful of sewing patterns were not similarly priced - gold dust, clearly!