Woah, a busy few days carpe-ing the diem with my delightfully crazy aunt who came to stay (and then a couple of days at work). I love my aunt. Having a vegetarian to stay (aka a herbivore, in the Toddler Twinnage’s very carefully considered opinion after I explained that we wouldn’t be eating any meat/fish for a few days) was a happy excuse to cook lots and lots of curry stuffed with veg and chickpeas, and to drink sparkling wine and talk about love. Not that vegetarians/herbivores have a monopoly on wine or love, but that’s just how we rolled.

The Toddler Twinnage adore my aunt so much that they showed her all nine squillion pages of their various dinosaur books one by one, with detailed questioning of her understanding of each picture, just to make sure that she was paying due attention. Trust me, they wouldn’t do that for just any old visitor.

We also went out to admire the summer, and meander for miles through the countryside with the Toddler Twinnage on their balance bikes. I’m writing this whilst the rain is pouring in through the pesky cracks in the roof, but for a few days, summer looked like this:-


Actually I was quite pleased with this picture, so I posted it on my personal Facebook page, at which point my artist friend Caroline Fox Betts took a liking to the image and decided to paint it. Want to see something wonderful? Seriously? Well look at these images. (She hasn’t quite finished, but like me, she wants to show you work in progress.)

So she began with an image on a screen plus a blank canvas.

corn 1

And then she began to work, adding broad areas of colour and mood:-

corn 2

And then, the beginnings of some detail;-

corn 3

And then this!

corn 4

Isn’t it fabulous? She says it’s not quite finished because she’s waiting for the paint to harden before she adds highlights, but isn’t it still just full of light and warmth and lazy days? Man, I wish I could paint. If you’re looking for the creator of this wonderfulness, Caroline is at . And she’s at, too.

Talking of works in progress, we now have a lawn for the crazy-house-project. It’s a little uneven, a little weedy, just like every real lawn that’s ever been under my care, and it’s involved about a billion crochet stitches, but it’s done. More photos coming…


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Knitting A Pond, Crocheting The Lillies

So yesterday, TheTwistedYarn passed the happy milestone of 100 000 views. I’m sure that a few of these were folks landing here accidentally and scurrying rapidly through the labyrinthine corridors of the ‘Yarn on their way in search of a site about molecular biology or how to mend vacuum cleaners. And that’s OK: we’re inclusive here, though not very informative about molecular biology. But hopefully, the vast, vast majority of these hits were by colour-loving yarn-wielders, and I really hope that some people have been convinced that with sticks/hooks and string, you really can make pretty much anything (as long as you practise new techniques on scrappy spare yarn first).

Anyway, a heartfelt THANK YOU to every reader and commenter. If it wasn’t too early in the day for drinking, I’d be raising a glass to y’all.

And now, a thought about circles. I’m working on crocheting the garden of the big crazy house project, and I decided to include a little round fishpond. The water is knitted, in order to give a smoother surface than I could manage with crochet. But how to knit a circle? Just in case you ever need to know the answer, I found a solution on’s blog: the formula for calculating the number of stitches on each row, as you work across the circle. It’s based on a combination of the formula for calculating the chord of a circle combined with calculating number of stitches based on gauge. Clever, huh?

So I got knitting…

Knitting a circle.

Knitting a circle.


And sixty rows of increasing then decreasing length later, I had myself a perfect circle! Wa-hey!


One pond! Now it needs some water-lilies and some goldfish, don’t you think? Here’s a start:-

Crochet Lilly at


I made up the lilly design. Using embroidery thread and a 2mm hook, I worked 5 loops each consisting of 5 chain stitches, with an anchoring slip stitch into the fabric below in between each loop. image

Then I worked up one side and down the other of each petal loop. I started at the bottom and chained 3, then worked a further 4 double crochets (US terminology, so trebles if you’re in the UK) to get to the tip of the petal. Then I chained 1 before working 5 double crochets down the other side of the petal. Finally I worked a slip stitch into the centre of the flower before moving on to the next petal. And so on:-


And finally I sewed a few last stitches to anchor the petals in a sticking-up position. Done! Here’s a diagram:-


And now if you’ll excuse me, I’m all about the goldfish…


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Crocheting In Somerset

I’ve always been a details-monkey rather than a bigger-picture person.* This is one of the many, many reasons why I’m not the millionaire CEO of some entrepreneurial shebang. I’d be too busy pondering the style of door knobs for the offices to notice that the business was falling over a financial cliff.

So when I say that we went away this week for a couple o’ nights to a Somerset village so that the Toddler Twinnage could have some bucket-and-spade time, I hope you’ll understand that I’ve brought back a muddle of details to show you, rather than an organised overview.

But look at this!

Dunster yarn market

The Yarn Market At Dunster

In a village called Dunster, we found the Yarn Market, built in 1609 by the scion-of-the-day of the Luttrell family, a clan that clung on to the local castle for five hundred years until the 1970s. The idea of this building was to shelter the villagers (or rather their wares) from the weather as they traded the yarn and later the cloth for which this village became renowned. Because really, would you want to buy some lovely yarn if a sodding great cloud had just dumped a tonne of rain on it?

inside Dunster Yarn Market

Inside The Yarn Market

The central pillar and low perimeter wall are stone, but otherwise it’s pretty much all wood, with a tiled roof. Much loveliness, no?

We stayed in a stone cottage that was similar in age to the Yarn Market, its rooms jumbled higgledy-piggledy together with little consideration for geometry or right angles, and its walls so thick that seats had been carved out in front of the windows. In the garden, the mombretia were in full bloom (in the rain, you’ll note: traditional British holiday weather being what it is).

mombretia crocosmia

I love mombretia/crocosmia because it looks highly strung and exotic, but actually it romps unfussily around the otherwise all-green hedgerows in north Wales, where I first learned its name many years ago. In fact, I’ve decided to embroider some in the garden of my big-house-furniture-secret-project.

We were in half-decent fossil territory too, although we didn’t get to do any fossil-hunting on this so-brief trip. But I noticed that someone had left a gryphaea (aka ‘devil’s toe nail’) in the garden at the cottage. (There were a lot of gryphaea in my teenage years: we lived near some properly fossiliferous Jurassic beaches. I’ve a soft spot for the gnarly beasts.)

Devil's Toe Nail. Clearly The Devil Needs A Chiropodist.

Devil’s Toe Nail. Clearly The Devil Needs A Chiropodist.

And tiny wild strawberries grew beside the path. Much small. Much tasty. Much micro-gluttony.

wild strawberries

And finally, in a second hand bookshop beside the sea, a 1987 book by Jan Messent. Look at this!

Jan Messant

She’s worked her knitted/crocheted gardens differently from how I’m making mine, but her pieces are so inspiring. Time to be a little more bold in the planning of my own project, I think. I’ve finished crocheting the front of the house and am now contemplating the garden. I’ve been busy with pencil and paper, and there are to be many colourful and bonkers details. I can’t wait to show you very, very soon.

*(Fortunately, it’s OK for psychologists to be into the details, so I remain employed.)


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Bricks. Mortar. Grass.

Goodness, I’ll never be a bricklayer.


I’m getting towards the top of the wall of my big furniture-related housey secret project, and I am very nearly over this whole brick-mortar-brick-mortar-brick-mortar monotony. I’m looking forward to embroidering roses scrambling all over it. Mad, monstrous roses with no inhibitions.

Also I’m looking forward to starting the garden. Some of your comments on previous posts have given me ideas…. (Thank you.) I’m also wondering about possibly a little pond with lilly pads. But now, a moment of your serious attention please, fine folks. See the two stitches I’ve crocheted in the sample below?


I’m thinking about the texture of the lawn. The toppish-leftish portion is plain ol’ single crochet (North American crochet terminology here.) Now I don’t know about your lawn, but mine does not look that neat and ordered and arranged in rows. So I had a scout around and found the other stitch in the sample. It’s called spider stitch, and although it’s exactly as higgledy-piggledy as our lawn, it’s neat and tidy to crochet. Here’s the pattern. (Obviously I’ll write/photo it out properly when I do the pattern. I’m STILL working on the pattern for the house-bag, though.)

Crochet spider stitch

But before I can play in the garden, I must finish off the house. We shall crochet in the car… (Thank you for doing the driving, Stoic Spouse.)….


We shall crochet on the beach…

Crochet on the beach

And very VERY soon, I shall have something to show you that will either be a complete disaster or delightfully, cheerily bonkers. Or quite possibly both.


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Stylecraft Competition Winners


<Adjusts posture and adopts important announcy sort of voice.>

You may recall from earlier in the year my cheery chatterings about co-judging the Stylecraft Special DK colour competition up in beautiful Yorkshire, with Lucy from Attic24 and Sarah Neal from Let’s Knit magazine. (Sarah is a woman who understands that sometimes you need to sit in a car park frantically finishing knitting a skirt for the meeting that you are about to take part in: let’s just say that I feel a lot of respect and gratitude towards her.) Much colourful fun was had by all at the judging event, I think it’s fair to say. But I have more news, my fine friends. The shortlist of ten shades that we good-naturedly debated over was put to the public vote and the winners can now be announced! Wa-hey!

Want to know which colours will be snuggling down in the shelves of your local yarn shop later this year? Well a shortlist of ten has been whittled down to a winner and two runners-up, thanks to your voting.

Way out ahead in first place, with an impressive third (33.5% if we’re being nit-pickety) of the 4920 votes was Duck Egg, submitted by Lorraine from Prestatyn. Here’s the beautiful entry she submitted (although the photo doesn’t do the colour justice), together with a Pantone sample of her shade. Get your needles or hooks ready, folks: here it is:-

Duck Egg Blue

Duck Egg Blue

In second place, with 11.7% of the vote, was a beautiful rich purply-blue, which Lucia from Glasgow labelled Lobelia. Look: she’s even illustrated how it would sit amongst the existing range:-



In third place, with a healthy 9.5% of the vote was Grass by Emma from Warrington. (I could really do with a few hundred grams of this for the garden of my current project, but I happen to know that the folks at Stylecraft are still busy beavering away arranging for its production, so I’m going to have to wait.)


So there we have it. Stylecraft have, I’m excited to say, decided to add all three shades to their range of Special DK. The prize for the for first placed shade is 100 balls of Special DK, and VIP entry to the Knitting And Stitching Show at Alexandra Palace in October. The two runners-up will receive some yarny loveliness too, I understand. Congratulations to the winners!

And later in the year, you’ll begin to see these beauties for sale, adding to the huge range of Stylecraft Special already available. And I hear a little rumour of a multipack, perhaps even extending beyond the top three shades…


Go create something lovely with these new colours, people! Because more yarn is good, right? (But maybe make it a little more sensible than my bonkers projects.)


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In Which Life Imitates Art. Or Vice Versa. Or Summat.

Well, I’m back. Properly back, but more on that later.

The ridiculous thing was that in my IVF-befuddled state, I clean forgot to mention that my column is in this month’s Simply Knitting. Here’s a sneaky peek. I really must get on with writing the next one.


Anyway, to the point of today’s post…

There comes a point in many big projects where the novelty of the early stages has well and truly worn off, but the end isn’t yet sufficiently in view to draw you closer. You just have to keep on keeping on. And on. And on. Especially when your project has eight different balls/bobbins working simultaneously and has turned into a sort of fiendish crochet intarsia. (I really don’t like intarsia.) Also, you have to resist the temptation to run off to the yarn shop and buy some luscious variegated merino with which to knit a lacy top.


No, this isn’t a bungalow. I’ve just got a lot more upstairs and a tad more downstairs to do.

This is the very large and very adventurous furniture-related version of my house-bag, in its early stages. Quick mini-picture of the original because I know there are quite a few new readers around here lately. (Waves hello enthusiastically to y’all!) Those who’ve seen this a million times before, avert thy eyes sharpish:-

crochet house bag

Now I apologise for being coy about this new project. If it works, it will be the craziest and most fun thing I’ve done in a long time. So I don’t want to give too much away. And if it doesn’t work, my humiliation will be displayed here for you all to laugh at. I have no shame, me. It involves a large piece of furniture, and it’s going to have a garden all of its own. I’m thinking of this for the lawn:-

The lawn. Ready for planting.

The lawn. Ready for planting.

That’s a 400g ball, by the way. There’s going to be a lot of lawn. I’m busy designing the flower beds, which will annoy the Stoic Spouse no end when he reads this, because I ought to be out there designing our real flower beds in our real garden. But somehow it’s easier to design yarny gardens, and you can keep planting them whilst it rains.

I’m writing up the bag pattern whilst I crochet, and working this new house is a useful reminder of some of the finer points I need to include for the pattern. This time round, I’ve learned my lesson and am adding to a chart as I complete each section. No more trying to remember what on earth I did from a few illegible scrawls in a notebook.


I’m working really hard on this project, so I hope to have it done pretty soon.

As I said at the beginning, I’m properly back to this blog, as of today. This is a bittersweet moment: much as I love the ‘Yarn, the reason I’m wholeheartedly back is that today was test day for my IVF and the result was a big fat negative. This was our last attempt, so we shall be sticking as a family of four. Don’t get me wrong, I realize how lucky I am to have the pesky, insomniac, food-averse, crazy Toddler Twinnage, but I still have a bad case o’ the broodies.

Of course I had to hide my sadness from the twinnage, so we went for a toddle around the village this morning, in order to admire the progress of summer. We met this chap/chappess: this was about to be a much cuter photo, until s/he realized s/he was being descended on by three over-curious people, and so did what hedgehogs do best and shut up shop.

Go away, humans.

Go away, humans.

And I’ve blogged before about the cherry-farming heritage of this village in times past. Though there are scant cherry orchards here today, the hedgerows are dotted with old trees, whose fruit is just getting ripe. Look! (Excuse wobbly photo but it was windy.)


In Oxfordshire villages, there may as well be a by-law that your cottage garden must be filled with hollyhocks, so we admired beauties such as these:-


…Which reminds me, I have some hollyhock seeds that I must plant in our own, real garden.

Time to keep on keeping on. And on. :-)


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The Crochet Of Yesteryear

I’m holding a reproduction copy of the first ever edition of ‘The Woman’s Weekly’, published in 1911, a magazine that is still going strong today, as far as I know. I’m turning the pages out of historical curiosity and because, well, vintage knitting/crochet.

1911 edition of Woman's Weekly

Apparently ‘WWW’ stood for ‘Woman’s Weekly Wednesday’ in those days: I guess they’ve had to ditch that acronym, in recent years.

May I show you a few things? Let’s begin with the sublime, before moving on to the ridiculous.

I was disappointed that there was practically no knitting, other than an unillustrated pattern for ladies’ and gentlemen’s bed socks that was so brief, I can show you it here in full:-

vintage knitted bed socks pattern

<whispers> Had they not heard of gauge? Don’t think I’ll be casting on that one.

There was plenty of crochet, however: some stitch instructions for beginners, and a couple of dainty lace designs. 1911 was a time when facts were facts and anyone thinking differently was just wrong, and let me tell you, There Was Only One Way To Hold A Crochet Hook. (The ‘pen’ grasp, rather than the ‘knife’ grasp, in case you’re interested, with the hook protruding a very precise 1.5 inches from the tip of one’s forefinger. Can you imagine the side-eye in social circles when some young upstart held her hook incorrectly? Anyway, I’m all about the ‘knife’ grip, so I’d have been a social outcast.)


I rather like the mistletoe lace, worked as crochet leaves sewn on to a crochet foundation. And it seems like the WW (or rather WWW) staff liked it too, since it was billed as “one of the most charming patterns ever designed,” and “the first mistletoe lace pattern ever”. (How did they know? These people didn’t even have Ravelry!)

crochet mistletoe lace

You know, this could be pretty, perhaps worked double-width as a table runner against a contrasting cloth for the Christmas table. There’s a pretty edging design, too, described as especially suitable for your underclothes threaded with ribbon. Um. No. But I hope I’m not snarking too hard, because I love reading this stuff from a historical interest point of view.

The rest of the magazine, especially the adverts, is a mixture of stuff that makes me think plus ça change, and stuff that makes me go, “Woah….” whilst waggling my hands in front of me and backing away slowly. In the former category, we have the delights of “the removal of over-fat” (loving that terminology) using an exciting new medication called Antipon. I’m not quite sure what Antipon does, but it’s clear from the text of this advert-disguised-as-article-in-a-way-that-would-be-unethical-today that It Definitely Works. There’s also the unspecified bust enhancement remedy, and the treatment of ‘hair neglect':-


Amongst the slightly more concerning content (to these modern eyes), is Our Very Own Medical Adviser, who is confident that infant convulsions are caused by eating the wrong sort of food, and that they may be treated by dunking the poor wee convulsing child in a warm bath whilst pouring cold water over their head.

Let’s just leave that one there, shall we, and hastily time-travel back to 2015.

By the way, here’s my usual statement that the infrequency of blogging at present is related to ongoing IVF. (Only another 10 days to go, so I hope to be more productive after that.) And I was in the children’s hospital with one of the Toddler Twinnage for a few days (he’s fine now), so it’s been a little crazy and even quite un-knitty here for a while.

But let me finish by showing you something fun, that’s got nowt to do with yarn. I don’t know whether you’ve ever seen these kits for children to look after caterpillars and watch as they mutate into lovely Painted Lady butterflies. (I say ‘look after’, but caterpillars make delightfully undemanding pets.) I bought a set for the Toddler Twinnage, and it was all rather successful. We had tiny fluffy caterpillars, then we had stonking great chubby (‘over-fat’ in WW parlance) waddling caterpillars, then we had cocoons hanging from the lid of their enclosure, and then suddenly and magically, we had beautiful Painted Ladies. When we set them free in the garden, they seemed reluctant to leave probably too institutionalised and rested on our hands for a while, delighting both my sons, who now regard themselves as experts on butterfly handling.

Insect Lore butterflies

My crochet made a good place to land, too, though it slowed my progress on my latest crazy project, somewhat.


Some very large and very crazy crochet is on its way. I can’t wait to show you…

Acknowledgement: Mother Twisted, many thank yous for the vintage Woman’s Weekly. And I’m so excited that by the end of this week, we’ll be living in the same county as each other!


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Just What I Need: Another Crazy Idea

And…. voting is now closed for the Stylecraft colour competition. All of the shades that we shortlisted were in their own ways scrumptious, but now that the poll is done, I can come out of my shell and say that I so hope that one of the greens will win. A soft, nature-inspired green. Or a vibrant one like this, maybe?

'Grass Green' is on the shortlist. (Image credit: Stylecraft yarns.)

‘Grass Green’ is on the shortlist. (Image credit: Stylecraft yarns.)

Anyway, we shall see.

I was thinking of all the shortlisted shades yesterday in a yarn shop (where else?) in Abingdon, Oxfordshire. Below, you can see their racks of mostly-Stylecraft, and I noticed that it was particularly amongst the greens that they’d squeezed in balls of rival shades to bulk out the rainbow. C’mon you greens! The photo is terrible because I was slightly embarrassed to be seen snapping their yarn. So let’s keep it small, OK?

Stylecraft yarn

Anyway, I was in the shop for other stuff: chunkier yarn, lots and lots of chunkier yarn, because I have yet another plan. Never mind all the things I should be knitting/crocheting/doing (such as finishing writing up the house-bag pattern/tutorial – I AM working on that, honest), but I have a big, crazy plan, part of which involves a much larger-scale version of the crocheted house design. (And it’s not a bag, this time. It involves a large item of furniture.)

crochet house bag

So I lugged home a sack of yarn so large that the Stoic Spouse’s first words when I got back were, “Oh, you bought an actual sheep?” He should know better than to say something like this, because round here, that sort of remark is likely to be punished by my bringing home an actual real live baa-ing, munching, pooing sheep next time. Then we’d find out how stoic he really was.

Anyway, this new project is going to be big, but should work up pretty speedily due to the aran-weight yarn. Here’s the start of the roof tiles. My feet are there for scale. They are not small feet. And that ball of yarn is properly large, I tell you:-


So, I shall bring you images of the craziness as it evolves. For anyone who hasn’t seen my last few-and-far-between posts, I’m writing here less than usual at the moment because I’m mid-IVF. Really the instruction sheets for the drugs should’ve said: WARNING: MAY CAUSE A REDUCTION IN BLOGGING FREQUENCY. But hey-ho, maybe it’s the drugs that made me crazy enough to come up with my mad new crochet plan, in which case I owe them some thanks.


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Subverting The Medium Of Colourwork

Friday, my fine friend, you have been a long time coming this week. And by the way, ANYONE WHO RECEIVED AN EMAIL NOTIFYING YOU OF A BAG PATTERN POST THAT DOESN’T YET EXIST, PLEASE SEE THE END OF THIS POST!

Anyway, the Knitting And Crochet Guild / Yarn Stories competition is closing. Did you enter? Best o’ luck if you did. I can’t wait to see everyone’s entries when they’re shown online.

For anyone who hasn’t seen it, the Knitting and Crochet Guild promotes both crafts within the UK and also houses a collection of historical and modern samples of knitted/crocheted objects, as well as yarn and associated paraphernalia. Anyone with a passion for these crafts can join, whether you’ve been knitting/hooking for a week or a century. The competition involved designing and working a 15cm square in either knitting or crochet, with a design inspired by artefacts in the collection. The best entries are apparently going to be sewn together to make a blanket, and the winner will receive lots of luscious Yarn Stories yarn.

Anyway, being more than a little in love with stranded colourwork, I was drawn to this image of a higgledy-piggledy pile of intricate fairisle jumpers. Some of the colour combinations are maybe reminiscent of decades past, but the designs are timeless, and I decided to try and capture both of these elements in my entry. Perhaps I should have spotted that this was quite ambitious in a little square 36 stitches by 45 stitches. Oh well, you live and learn… or possibly just live, in my case.

First, to the yarn. I chose some Yarn Stories merino double knit in a combination of shades inspired by the ’70s.


Can you spot the tell-tale signs of frenzied package-opening?

And then I got out some knitter’s graph paper and began to doodle, and erase, and doodle, and erase, and fetch green tea, and doodle, because I love the fun and the freedom of creating stranded designs. And eventually the green tea ran out, and I came up with this:-

stranded jumper design

What?! You took an entire pot of green tea to come up with THAT?!

The problem is, I decided to go a bit off piste with the whole colourwork malarkey, and instead of sticking to a cosy, sensible two shades per row, I used up to four shades per row, and worked a sort of stranded-intarsia hybrid (“strandtarsia”??) that made for some – ahem – not especially tidy knitting. Don’t try this at home, people: it will hurt your fingers and it will hurt your brain. But how else was a girl to cram a world of orange-laden 1970s shades into one small square? So here we have it (after a certain amount of swearing): my tiny take on the Guild’s penchant for fairisle jumpers:-


And though I’d usually show you the back of a piece of stranded work because, y’know, the Knitting Police demand that you show off your ultra-neat floats, I think I’ll pass on doing that just now, and show you another shot of the front instead:-

fairisle jumper design

Yikes, please don’t look closely. I used intarsia to keep the three strong colours all within the outline of the jumper, and worked a mad jumble of twisted floats as I tried to marshal the chaos into an identifiable representation of a jumper.

I Will Not Be Doing This Again.

Meanwhile thank you for your kind comments about the IVF after my last entry. Posts may continue to be a bit more infrequent than usual for another month or so, after which time, normal regular silliness will return.


Now, for anyone who subscribes to this blog by email, you will have received a message a few days ago saying there’s a new post up with the crochet house bag pattern inside. But had you clicked on the link, you’d have seen nothing much of anything other than a load of ellipses and drafted notes. I was working on the pattern and accidentally hit ‘publish’. Yikes! I clawed back the post, I clawed back notifications from every social medium out there, but the one thing I couldn’t retrieve was the messages sent out automatically by email. Apologies. Blame my IVF brain. The pattern is coming soonish, but it needs a goodish chunk more work before it’ll be done.


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Socks. And Mint Tea.

Oh, happy feet! Just look at this colourful sockage!

Noro socks

(Let’s just gloss over what the Stoic Spouse said about my sanity when he found me lying on my back on the hard tiled floor, crunched upwards in order to photograph my own feet.)

Yes, these chaps are the Noro Kureyon socks, and I won’t mention again the prima donna-ish proclivities of this yarn. The colours are stunningly intense, and the way they slowly shift makes for knitted fabric that’s reminiscent of a painted landscape. Happy feet. Oh yes indeed. But I don’t think I’ll be knitting any more socks in Noro. And judging by some of your comments about your own experiences of Noro when I posted about this stuff before, neither will many of you.


As you can see, these socks are fraternal twins. Yes I know, some of you would rather eat your own knitting needles than fail to create perfectly identical twin hosiery. But I do like the quirky individuality of non-identical socks, and it’s a medium effective defence against the dreaded Second Sock Syndrome.

The thing is, having given birth to identical twin children, identical twin socks feels like a match too far. Here are my children’s feet:-


So that, my friends, is why there are no matching socks at The Twisted Yarn.

Meanwhile, the deadline for the Knitting And Crochet Guild competition is almost upon us, and I’ve just finished weaving in the ends of my entry. I’ll snap a few photos of it for you before I send it off. Are you entering? Good luck! It’s been a bit of a last-minute rush (just like everything else in my life, really). I’ve been working fuelled by mint ‘tea’, made using leaves of the mint plants that sneak through our fence from next door in late spring.

Minty yumptiousness

Minty yumptiousness

The easiest pick-me-up in the world: put a few leaves in teapot and pour over boiling water. Job done.


It’s super-refreshing and tastes sweet even though it contains no sugar. Win!

Now, I know I’ve been uncharacteristically quiet on here for the past couple of weeks. It seems that the side-effects of IVF medications include a reduction in blogging activity, and even – yikes – a reduction in knitting! In six weeks’ time, it’ll all be over and I’ll either be pregnant or I won’t. Meanwhile, I might be a slightly unreliable blogger. Sorry about that.


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