After much frogging (I messed up the bead placement and didn’t notice til *way* too late) and cursing, I am back to where I had got to, hurrah! Yon still doesn’t see the point of knitting socks when you can buy them cheaper and faster. (Rolls eyes) Can you see the beads – subtle frosted finish on them. Yumm.
Here’s another reason for having children. It just took me an hour to wind a ball from a skein cos I had to use my own arms to hold it and wind at the same time. Much knotting and cursing occurred. I remember holding the skein for my mum when I was small. I can here that ticking body clock, sounds like the cloister bell from Dr Who…..
Exciting things happen on Saturdays. During the week our postman creeps up to the door and leaves a “while you were out” card for anything he can’t be bothered to carry. We’ve even chased him down the road to try and get the parcel the note *says* he just tried to deliver, he never has them. Saturdays are different, he comes round stupidly early and rings the doorbell.
Except today, when he was late. Anyway, parcels are here including beads for my baubles and beads socks (who’d have thought I’d need more beads?), a big cone of pure wool for my marshmallow bag project and some long-long-long circular needles for magic loop knitting. Going back to magic loop knitting after reminding myself how much I hate double pointed needles (vicious eye stabbers!)
Anyway, less typing, more knitting.
