So this post is coming to you from the sofa, where I’ve spent much of the past couple of days aching all over and hacking a cough that could’ve come right out of a Dickens novel. (Melodramatic, moi?) I do seem to be throwing these lurgies off more quickly since I began the four-times-a-week-running torture though, so I hope this thing will be gone soon, because it’s no fun feeling too ill to knit. (Also it’s no fun running four times per week, so I’d hate to think that it wasn’t serving any purpose.)
One thing that I did manage before the
tuberculosis annoying-but-trivial virus took hold was to finish knitting the Cladonia shawl. I’ll show you properly in a couple of days’ time when it has finished blocking and when I have some daylight, but I don’t think I’m spoiling things too much by posting a dodgy artificially-lit snap taken on my tablet. Lace, people, LACE! Isn’t it pretty?
And the twinnage’s first words when they came home from school and saw it pinned out to dry were, ‘Mummy, you’ve finished your knitting! It’s so pretty!’ Clearly they must have been angling for chocolate cake, because no normal self-respecting dinosaur-obsessed mud-encrusted five-year-old would come out with such sentiments. Still, I’m touched that they noticed and I’m grateful for their words. (They got some chocolate cake.)
Anyway, the shawl has been washed and blocked. I must say, though, that next time I buy Eucalan, it’s definitely going to be the unscented stuff. Much as I love the smell of jasmine (I drink jasmine green tea, I eat jasmine rice, there is jasmine growing in my garden), my jasmine-scented Eucalan is just a Bit Too Much. I’d rather smell the yarn. Lesson learned.
So now that’s done, I can give my whole attention to that other project. Yes, that one. Forgive me if I’ve seemed persistently and annoyingly coy about it all, but I really do want to wow you with the finished thing. Right now (well not right now because I’m very busy coughing like a barking seal and also blogging), I’m working on crocheting the garden. Amongst a large collection of gardening books that the Stoic Spouse acquired from heaven-knows-where, I found a book called ‘Bright And Easy Borders’, so I’m flicking through its pages and working out how to translate them into crochet.
More very soon.
Happy knitting and crocheting, people.