So yeah, whilst I continue knitting small things for the crochet/knit garden of that ridiculous project, shall we go for a wander around outside? Yes it's possible to knit and walk. Trust me, I've done far more embarrassing things in public than knit. I realize that not everyone is this shameless, though: I was knitting in the pub with friends the other night - the rival knitting group wasn't there, so all was peaceful - and one of my friends said she just couldn't quite bring herself to knit Continue Reading
Darkest Deeds At The Ostrich
So I’m sitting and I’m knitting and I’m sipping, in front of a log fire. I hope you are too? Whilst we knit/hook, let me tell you a tale dark enough to be perfect for All Hallows’ Eve. May I please refill your glass whilst I talk? It concerns an ancient pub. This isn’t the first time that I’ve written about an old inn. (My post about the pub that was in our family for 300 years is here.) But today, we drove 50 miles just to lunch at a very particular pub that my dear father-in-law discovered on Continue Reading
Knowing Your Limits
Everyone has their limits. For example, some folks swear that they can't knit drunk, whereas I'll happily plod away at colourwork whilst sipping Chablis. However I do know from bitter experience that I can't work complex lace whilst angry. (I was debating with a member of my extended family about a subject that was dear to my feminist principles. Afterwards, precisely nobody was converted to the other's viewpoint and the entire collar of my jumper needed frogging and re-knitting. Sigh. Lesson Continue Reading