I finished knitting these lovelies, whilst I was away on holiday, but wasn’t in any rush to sew in the ends at the time. We were, as you know, having lots of lovely sandal weather and I was waiting for a pair of birthday shoes. My children had ordered them in time, but sadly, they were out of stock and we were advised of a six to eight week delay.
A few of you might have seen this photo on Instagram earlier this week? If you did, you’ll also know that I’m on a mission to fix a cardigan.
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.
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.
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.
I’ve been on a bit of a tidying up kick of late, so my black bin bag purchases have increased at an alarming rate and I’ve made several trips to the charity shop and rubbish tip so far.
Confessions of a Fibre Strumpet 