Sunday, June 30, 2013
My Own Private Glasto
Imagine if you will: FL asleep in the corner, and me on the sofa, with my knitting and a mug of coffee.
Glasto is on the tv, and I am sneaking up the volume little by little until I am THERE! Right there! Bounce, bounce, bounce!
Luckily, FL could sleep through the Zombie Apocalypse.
Actually... maybe it IS the Zombie Apocalypse!
Word of warning: lace knitting doesn't mix well with bouncing!
So yeah, I am having a blast here in festival-land :D
I have pushed myself to keep the weeds in check in the herb garden, and today threw a load of "wildflower meadow" seeds at the gaps.
Willowherb Socks, I picked up my Ronaes Shawl and made a start on the lace.
I can't get over how different mine looks to my knitting-friend's version. I must see if I can get pictures of the two side by side. She is using 4mm needles and a rich turquoise silky yarn. Hers is elegant and refined. I am using 5mm needles and shetland handspun, a two-ply laceweight that absolute reeks of sheep-in-the-rain, and it is coming up at least twice as big. It is very very rustic!
Right... where was I?
Watch this: Daughter.