Whilst rushing to complete a knitted Christmas hat I dropped stitches and couldn’t see to pick them up. Black on black is a nightmare in artificial light. Solution= Head torch!!
I’m not going down a mine but this torch really works. The actual light is directional so just wear and aim at the work in progress. It doesn’t do much for your hair and it’s not a good look. But hey do I care? It works!
Hat completed, hair flat, job done!
OK I confess it should have been finished for last Christmas but hey ho the thought was there! I finally gave this shrug to Darling Daughter. It fit and dare I say it, looked good! Amazing after the catalogue of disasters that it had become. I must emphasise in no way the fault of the yarn but the fault of the knitter. Me!
I purchased the yarn from Woolfest nearly a year ago. I fell in love with this beautiful fibre and bought Darling Daughter’s favourite colour. I checked the yarn thickness and yardage against the pattern and away I went. First mistake. When I came to knit the yarn I realised it was knit with double yarn so I quickly ordered more to be sure of the same dye lot. This yarn was very expensive so the garment felt as if it should be gold plated!(I would never have payed the full amount had I realised, but mistakes happen!)
I now found the double yarn difficult to work with as I kept spitting the two and creating holes. Second Mistake.
Third Mistake. I knitted happily away until the second front. For some reason known to no one I knit this front much too long and had to unpick the hard work.
I picked up over 400 stitches around the front and back using a circular needle as instructed. Fourth Mistake. When knitting this welt the circular needle broke. Disaster!
In fact it’s something of a miracle that I completed it at all! But I did so Whoo Hoo another WIP done.
I am busy preparing for our Village Christmas Fair. I have been pouring candles into vintage China cups to sell. They make great Christmas gifts and usually sell well. I do have plans for other crafty gifts but as ever time is critical, so we will see.
For my candles I use Soy Wax which is much better than paraffin wax. Soy wax burns slowly with a clear flame and no soot. And, importantly they are eco friendly! Today I have made ten candles in cups. They are gently perfumed with lavender. I will, hopefully make another ten later in the week. Maybe, just maybe, I will find time for the other project. But I will let you know!
Darling Daughter gave me these beautiful tulips for Mothering Sunday (but it happened to be Mothering Friday when I received them!). They look so attractive on my kitchen window sill. What is particularly attractive to me is the purple colour. This got me thinking about colours and the effect on our life, demeanour, and state of mind.
The Colour Purple
Purple is defined as a deep, rich shade between crimson and violet, or, more broadly, as a range of hues of color between blue and red,or as a dark color that is a blend of red and blue.According to surveys In Europe and the U.S., purple is the color most often associated with royalty, magic, mystery and piety.When combined with pink, it is associated with eroticism, femininity and seduction.
Purple was the color worn by Roman magistrates; it became the imperial color worn by the rulers of the Byzantine Empire and the Holy Roman Empire, and later by Roman Catholic bishops. Similarly in Japan, the color is traditionally associated with the Emperor and aristocracy.
Purple and violet are similar, though purple is closer to red. In optics, there is an important difference; purple is a composite color made by combining red and blue, while violet is a spectral color, with its own wavelength on the visible spectrum of light.
A Purple Patch.
One definition of a ” purple patch” that I found is a period of time when things go well. May we all have a long purple patch in our blogging World.
Last weekend I took my youngest Grandson on the Santa Special. This is a renovated steam train which runs from Llangollen to Carrog, a journey of about three quarters of an hour. When I told Grandson what we were going to do he was convinced it was The Polar Express. However he wasn’t disappointed.
The weather was very, very wet but it didn’t spoil the day. Santa put in an appearance and spoke to every child and gave each one a gift. The elves, whilst somewhat mature, were jolly, cheerful and led some singing!
Grandson was given a goody bag and so was I! Mine was the best as it contained a tipple of my favourite drink ( well one of my favourites) and a mince pie.
When we arrived at the end of the valley, the station name had been temporarily changed to read ” Lapland”.Santa posed for more photographs and we shopped in the railway memorabilia side car. Where grandson, when faced with all things trains, chose a wooden snake as a gift! Mmmmmm! A lovely day out including artificial snow and lots of rain. Great fun!
Many years ago I bought my first house. It was exciting times! A friend gave me a plant cutting. I remember her well because she told me to fill my home with plants that people gave me. This would fill my home with friends not plants! I have to confess that this was about 45 years ago. That particular plant has flourished and bloomed twice a year ever since. Here it is! My beautiful Christmas and Easter cactus blooming its heart out to cheer up the dull, dark days of Winter. This is really a Vintage Plant.
One of my favourite items when sewing is my trusty sewing box. This truly vintage sewing box was bought as a Christmas present by my Grandmother (Nanna Amy) when I was perhaps nine years old. So I know it is really vintage!!🌹
My Mum filled the box with notions. Now there’s a good word! It was full of pin cushion, scissors, pins, cottons, safety pins and so on. I still remember the delight on Christmas morning 🎄with this gift and I have used it ever since.
I was going to paint it but Hubs convinced me not to and I’m so glad that he did.it deserves to remain in its original finish.
For quite a few years I would take this box to school for sewing lessons. I carried the box alongside a leather satchel full of books, PE kit and cold toast for playtime! This journey was right across town, walking and two bus rides there and back. No wonder I was slim ( well slimmer!) I wrote my name on the base of the box presumably in case I lost it! This still brings a smile to my face. Memories are good.
I can’t believe how much I’ve missed the Internet these last few days! How amazing that someone of my generation, at my age, on my pension is so hooked on to the internet! How life has changed this past half a century!!
Hubs and I have travelled down to Devon in Damnvan1 ( I love that van!). Journey down was good and campsite fantastic with amazing views. Just no WIFI.
We walked into Woolacombe along the Coastal Path which was lovely and just far enough. We caught the bus back.-lazy! No craft shops or charity shops here. Just surf shops and surf doods. Lots of surfing going on and I would have loved to have a go! A few problems there:
1) no swimsuit.
2) no surf board
3) no wet suit and
4) no idea how.
Well I just can’t imagine myself getting into a wet suit anyway!!
Yesterday it was WINDY gusts of up to 60 miles an hour. Benji dog was delighted that he had to join us in the van overnight whilst his kennel tent took a battering. But tent is now repaired so he’s very sad that he has to go back, but only at night.
We were very lazy yesterday as the weather was so bad that watched too much TV. Still no WIFI! It did give me the opportunity to finish my Nepal scarf. You remember! The scarf that was a secret Christmas present for my darling daughter? I am now sending it to Nepal as their need is so much greater. I just need to darn the ends in and find a pattern to knit mittens to go with it- and/or a hat.
We have travelled further south to Tintagel Cornwall and this is the scrummy view from Damnvan1 Isn’t it lovely? AND the sun is shining. More about Cornwall later.
Greetings from Grassington all you gorgeous people! Today was a bus ride through the Yorkshire Dales to Grassington, well worth the £4.20 return fair. How the driver squeezed through the lanes, past numerous vehicles is beyond me. I would have had to shut my eyes!
In Grassington there is an Age concern charity shop tucked away up a side street. In this shop I “nearly bought” a cut glass butter dish, bag (another) and 7 yes 7 balls of unused black wool for £6.99-bargains galore. However guess what I did buy? Nothing! I might go back tomorrow…….
On this trip I have bought some Christmas gift knitting. I am trying to bust my stash which is why I haven’t bought the wool in Grassington, yet. I hope that you are all duly impressed with my organisation skills as I did say CHRISTMAS. However I do know that I will be rushing to finish the previously mentioned gift in the weeks before Christmas but hey ho! The thought is there!
At last! I’ve completed something! Finished! OK she’s only six inches tall but she’s wearing a lovely dress. Her eyes might be a little crossed but she’s very cuddly. Her name is Hatty Hare. She was made from double knitting in a couple of evenings. Her head, body and legs are knit in one piece, with her arms added later. This means minimal sewing up and easy stuffing.
She’s now cosy in a padded envelope (with a few other things) heading over to the North East as an Easter gift for my Gorgeous Grand daughter. But yippee I’ve finished something! One less PHD ( Project Half Done) in my stash.