A confession: I've been neglecting my knitting. This is problematic when you're a knitting blogger. The yarny hiatus is temporary, and it's partly because we've reached peak season in the veg-growing calendar. My coping strategies for covid, cancer, Brexit, and perimenopause are all pretty similar: grow as much fruit and veg as possible, drink wine, go running a lot, and laugh in the face of adversity. Oh, and - usually - knit or crochet too, just not these past couple of weeks. It's the Continue Reading
Magic Eye
Would you like to see a finished object? Those of you who've been reading here since March 2014 (yes I do recognize you long-termers in the comments) will have seen it already. But as I said in this post seven long years ago, I finished the crochet, but failed to weave in the ends. And I continued not weaving in the ends for a really, really, long time. Slippery cotton takes some restraining, so getting this done was never an appealing prospect. Way back then, my boys were the Toddler Continue Reading
Crochetin’ The Covid
Right, people, lets get straight down to business. I have a new pattern out, in what risks becoming an extensive range of Covid-related knitted/crocheted accessories, thanks to those of you who will insist on suggesting additional products. Please nobody request a laceweight Covidy blanket, because I'm weak-willed in the face of such challenges. The new pattern is available via Ravelry, HERE. But read on, to see how you can get a small discount. We've already had the knitted Covid Cowl. Continue Reading
Dynasty
Throughout history, powerful figures have established dynasties, enabling their influence in a pre-Instagram world to continue beyond their own mortal years. The Nehru-Gandhis in India, the Ming dynasty in China, plus my personal faves, the Plantagenets.* But more ambitious and proud than any of these is the dynasty in our own back garden, right here at Twisted Towers. Many of you will remember Robyn-the-robin, the four-inch-high adorable tyrant who stole hearts and mealworms around here Continue Reading
Knitting Covid
Fancy a discount on my new pattern? Read on... But first, to those of you who celebrate the occasion, a (belated) merry Christmas! Doubtless it was a different sort of day from the one you might have planned, but I hope that there were some smiles. This post is coming to you from the sofa, because I've just finished radiotherapy, and I'm tired. Strictly between you and me (if you're willing to keep a secret) I, um, may have spent large chunks of the big day asleep. I'm not sure the twinnage Continue Reading
A New And Colourful Knit
Hello, my Fine Fibrous Friends. I hope you're reading this somewhere warm and cosy, because outside has been relentlessly soggy and grey and cold around here lately. Also, it's the time of year when we Brits traditionally exchange comments about how we canNOT belIEVE it's DARK so EARLY. For reference if you're reading this in North America, even here in the south of England we're on a latitude with southern Canada, so winter vs. summer daylight differs a lot. But actually, there are Continue Reading
If Knitting Patterns Were More Realistic…
...then a pattern for a basic jumper might read rather like this... (NB: Photos are indeed of a jumper-in-progress, but not one based on the instructions in this post. In case you're curious, it's Jared Flood's 'Cobblestone', in Malabrigo Rios, colourway 'Tormenta'. It's taken years to persuade the Stoic Spouse that he might like to try wearing a jumper when he's shivering in our freezing cold house. Hope he likes it.) Instructions:- Cast on. Place pretty, Instagrammable stitch-marker Continue Reading
Ramblings
Oh yikes, has it been that long since I posted? Apologies. Let's pretend that my absence was due to Very Worthy And Important Stuff, rather than the truth, which is that I was struggling with post-cancer-treatment side-effects that made my right arm medium-useless for a while. Fortunately, I was still able to walk and run in pretty places around here. This is Thrupp Lake on a crisp November morning:- Since I wasn't able to knit very much, I didn't feel as though I had a great deal to share Continue Reading
The Half-Filled Kettle Dilemma
One of the odder consequences of having breast cancer is finding yourself standing in the middle the street wondering how much horse poo would half-fill a kettle. When you're diagnosed, they send you a chunky booklet about what to expect, and absolutely nowhere does it mention either kettles or horse poo - a disappointing oversight. But I'll come back to all this silly cancer stuff later in this post. For now, let's discuss the vastly more serious matter of yarnery, specifically knitting. Continue Reading
Home
It's good to be home. The NHS has done its wonderful best, and the first surgery went OK, I think, although I can't comment because I wasn't really there. A chunky cancerous lump was ripped from its moorings and taken away to be frowned at, or fed to the crocodiles, or exorcised, or whatever it is that they do with these things. (Look, I'm a clinical psychologist - I don't deal with the physical stuff so I don't know, OK?) I'm home and I have yarn, and I've spent the last few days Continue Reading