Do you know that feeling when you take your knitting (or crochet) somewhere, only to return later with less of it than you had when you left home? No? Just me, then? Hang on, I know it's not just me because sometimes at knit-night in the pub, a friend∗ is overheard muttering, "Aargh, I'm three stitches short again!" before yanking out her needles and ripping away three hours'-worth of intricate cabling. This definitely, definitely has nothing to do with the wine or gin that we've been Continue Reading
Amongst The Ordinary, The Extraordinary
One of the reasons - and there are many - why I'm fundamentally unsuited to modern life is the fact that I'm more interested in the micro-details of the natural world than in all the manufactured concepts to which I'm supposed to be paying attention. Yes I do manage to hold down a job, but there's a good reason why I'm a mid-level clinical psychologist and not the big fancy-pants boss of the whole shebang. It's fair to say that I'll never be CEO of a major company. Because if I was, my Continue Reading
In Which Life Conspires Against Knitting
My first thought when I woke up this morning was... "Ow." My second thought was, "Owwwwwwwwww. Ow." The over-ambitious design-and-knit-a-stranded-skirt-in-10-days insanity plan just got even more unfeasible. Lately I've been having problems with the knuckles of my right hand two littlest fingers hurting if I, (i) knit/crochet too much, and (ii) surf the net on the iPad continuously and insomniacly from 2am to 5am, and (iii) spend too many nocturnal hours indulging the Toddler Twinnage's wish Continue Reading