So why don’t my hands work?
It’s a bit of a long story that actually begins with The Tour of Britain, which kicks off today and runs until the 11th of September. For those of you that don’t know, it’s an 8 day event, that will see some of the world’s top riders, race on UK roads in British Cycling’s premier road cycling event.
They’re working hands, battered and worn, there are scars on most of the digits and a callous on my right palm. My nails, whilst long for me, are so soft you can bend all of them bar my thumb ones, back, without it hurting. The skin, is always dry, no matter how much hand cream I apply and it curls up and dies, from contact dermatitis if I touch certain liquids. They’re a little tanned at the moment from the Summer sun, with freckles that have joined up to form larger freckles. These will become the age spots, I hope fascinate my grandchildren one day.
I think I’m having some kind of foot fetish of late, as I’ve got a bit of a one track mind when it comes to my knitting.
It’s been a while since my last post I know, but I’ve got a note don’t worry.
I’ve been on my holibobs 🙂
When we look at a knitting or crochet garment, we tend only to see the whole thing. The overall look, is the reason why we chose the pattern in the first place after all. Sometimes though it’s how the different elements combine, to create something that can really give you that wow factor.
Talking with Siún Carden several months ago about her proposed design, I was thrilled at the prospect of a project that could be knitted with handspun yarn. With our emails travelling backwards and forwards, we quickly agreed on the design and Siún, whose a spinner herself, decided to produce the yarn as well.
I sat down to write a different post today, but suddenly realised I had yet to share this make with you and I really do love it.
I feel like I’m so behind with my blogging, I know it’s only been 11 days since my last blog, but I already had a pile of things to share with you then.
Ain’t it lovely?
I’m thinking of calling myself, well actually I can’t tell you exactly what came to mind first as it was a little rude, but how about Woolly Woman? To be fair the head is often best described as ‘woolly’, so it’s an appropriate alias in more ways than one.
Confessions of a Fibre Strumpet 