Some solace

Winter solstice, darker days,
stormy skies and dreary greys
cloud the mind, stifle the soul.
Wind blows cold and colds run wild
wrapped in seasonal chill.
Stitches of warmth a solace of sorts


Shall I be excited or horrified. My daughter is a jumper thief. Oh the shame of it. I thought I had brought her up to have high values and morals, to know right from wrong. Somewhere along the way I failed. I'm not sure where. Maybe it was not taking long enough to transfer my skills and love of knitting to her more than able fingers, maybe it was a lack of woolly things when younger. Maybe it's being too quick to knit and therefore I have built unrealistic expectations. I do blame myself for her behaviour.
I knitted her a jumper, a beautiful red jumper with scooped neckline and delicate lace and cable pattern, three quarter length sleeves and the right size for her. It was a surprise. A surprise that almost left me a broken woman when she asked in that way only teenagers can, conveying both derision and scorn concurrently "is that for me?' before I could answer, she, again with that condescension only teenagers can quite manage, answered her own question "can't be for me, you wouldn't knit me that colour, I don't wear red, and you don't know my size.' Oh ye of little faith. Plus she was wearing red.
I love my daughter which is why she didn't end up with a needle through her side, or anywhere else. I did a Mona Lisa and smiled enigmatically. When she had trundled off to do teenagery things of which for my sanity I'd rather not know about, I put the offending article in a safe place, only slightly soggy and salty.
I then cast on in blue for the other daughter.
Two jumpers finished. The red for the oldest, blue for the middle. Red given to eldest who is far too young for amnesia but appeared to have no recollection of previous scorn and immediately threw the jumper on and hasn't removed it since.
Then with super sleuth radar she spied the blue. In vain I explained it was not for her, it was a size smaller, it wouldn't fit her, but she was not to be deterred and the jumper slid over her head like a waterfall down a mountain side. It was a perfect fit and off the jumper went with her. So she has two and the middle has none. I think I might be in woolly trouble here.
Also she took off so fast there was no time to photograph the evidence. Perhaps I could deny knitting them.

Return from AWOL or in wool

It's been a while I know and words turn slowly as I settle back into this way of writing. I wonder whether wit can dry up and if so what would we use to moisten it once again. Would wine be a fine lubricant, a warm Merlot to loosen the mind and let language flow,or maybe a Chai Latte would be more refined, spicier and more cultured inspiring thoughts and words of distant places, but then again nothing seems to me to be more refreshing than a well brewed cuppa. Nothing in my mind beats tea.
I had the great delight in being treated to a very fine cup of tea the other weekend. We went for a drive and found some old fashioned tea rooms. I choose the high tea, complete with triangle sandwiches with no crusts and of course scones with jam and cream.
Deliciousness on a plate and on the palate. My beverage of choice was tea, but this was a tea of truly heavenly taste sensation. Named Girly Grey it embodied all that is perfect with Earl Grey and Lady Grey with just a hint of juvenile cheekiness. There was lavender under tones that quite took me to another level altogether.
This in itself was wonderful enough but the tea rooms also had for sale the cutest pink teapots, and I was lucky indeed to have one purchased for me to allow my further enjoyment at home. Sometimes the littlest things make the biggest impact. It was a happy happy day.



Of course it's not all about tea there has been plenty of knitting going on. Babies appear to be the order of the season, must be something to do with the weather, and so a few wee bits have winged their way off the needles at a rapid rate.



This is just one of the mini items, made from crofter yarn and using a Sirdar bamboo pattern it's adorable.

More knitting news soon, and I am seriously counting down the days to August when this yarn diet will at last be over. Never again will I do this to myself. It's been the worst kind of torture ever and despite having knitted a whopping 4kg of yarn I'm being to feel like going crazy and buying tonnes and tonnes just because I've been good for so long, so that kind of defeats the purpose. Staying strong for another four weeks though. I can do it.

Guilty

Today is a great day. He was found guilty of all seven charges and we are at last free.

Victory

As stated in the dictionary, Victory is:

1. a success or triumph over an enemy in battle or war.
2. an engagement ending in such triumph:
3. the ultimate and decisive superiority in any battle or contest:
4. a success or superior position achieved against any opponent, opposition, difficulty, etc.: a moral victory.

Synonyms
Victory, conquest, triumph refer to a successful outcome of a struggle. Victory suggests the decisive defeat of an opponent in a contest of any kind: victory in battle; a football victory. Conquest implies the taking over of control by the victor, and the obedience of the conquered: a war of conquest; the conquest of Peru. Triumph implies a particularly outstanding victory: the triumph of a righteous cause; the triumph of justice.

All of the above apply right now as My daughter and I prepare to be victorious over someone who did their very best to bring us low. It has been a time of trial and we are so glad to be nearing the end and to see him defeated at last and for good. We pray for justice and know we shall see it done.

And they lived happily ever after

It was a beautiful wedding. The couple looked at ease and in love, with each other, as it should be. I wish Kate and Wills a very long and happy life together. I thoroughly enjoyed watching the wedding, every single moment. Sometimes things just seem right.

I think I've got it bad.

The knitting bug I mean. You may all be shaking your heads wondering how on earth I'd missed such a revelation when you all knew it from the start, and I did know I was a wee bit obsessed ok a lot obsessed with knitting and yarny things. However whilst watching the latest episode of Desperate Housewives, my other not so secret vice I couldn't help exclaiming rather loudly and much to the disgust of the cat who was quite comfortable if you don't mind, and to the detriment of CP who almost had a heart attack that Paul's wife was knitting beside him in hospital. Woohoo. Who says knitting isn't modern and trendy. Ha in your eye critics. Sorry. Of course there was knitting in Desperate Housewives before but I missed that series due to military training. I know because I googled it. That's when I slowly realised how bad I had it, because I couldn't stop there. I had to discover more. Which I did. Monica knits in Friends, there's knitting in Wallace and Gromit, The Gilmore Girls The Virgin Suicides, The films Meek's Cutoff, Breakfast at Tiffanys and Audrey Hepburn in an old film called Quality Street.



I think it's great to see knitting out there in the public domain. I also heard that Katherine Heigl was going to make the film the Knitting Circle.

Happy Easter

Just to wish everyone a very happy Easter. Enjoy the chocolate and other treats and be safe where ever you are.