May I sit with you a-while, please, and knit?
(I know, I promised posts on Salts Mill and the tatting workshop – they’re coming.)
Today has been one of those days when you end up with less yarnery than you had at the start. Do you ever have days like that? I’ve been working on creating a design using Stylecraft’s new yarn (‘Tweedy’). But it just was not working. Would you like to take a look at my failure? (I can’t believe I’m doing this. Will you still respect me in the morning?) OK, here is a close-up on failure. Even the photo is rubbish quality:-
But I kept knitting anyway, at furious speed, in the hope that I could outrun failure. IF I KNIT FAST ENOUGH, FAILURE CAN’T CATCH UP WITH ME! I loved the Tweedy combined with this Stylecraft Special shade, and I’d convinced myself that there was enough contrast between them to work a stranded design. Here’s the ol’ take-a-black-and-white-photo-to-check-for-contrast-when-you-knit-stranded technique. Hmm, it’s not brilliant:-
And the design was wrong. The combination of shades was wrong. Everything was wrong.
Back to the drawing board.
Version two is looking much more promising, and the design is way better. But there’s not a whole lot of knitting to see just yet.
Anyway, this is not the week that we as a family were expecting to have. I mentioned ages ago that the twinnage were booked to share a non-speaking role in a major film that’s being shot at Pinewood Studios this summer. All very exciting, but a lot for a pair of shy six-year-olds to cope with.
It’d be fair to say that all did not go to plan. They coped with the costume-fitting (oh my goodness, their costumes were adorable), they coped – sort of – with their orientation visit to hair-and-makeup, despite the fact that there was a dog there. And come the first day of filming, the Stoic Spouse and I successfully levered them out of bed at an hour so obscenely early it began with a ‘5’. Shortly afterwards, I was on the motorway with both boys, feeling optimistic. And when we got there – wow, is Pinewood fascinating, and vast – there were pains au chocolat waiting for their breakfast, which is the boys’ idea of morning heaven.
But when it came to saying goodbye to me and heading off with their chaperone, it was an emphatic nope from both of them. I could see real anxiety in their eyes so I didn’t push it too much, because stuff like this is supposed to be fun, or at least it is when you’re six years old. (There’ll be plenty of time for them to discover the joys of workplace stress and anxiety once they hit adulthood, I’m sure.) We tried once more the next day that they were due to be filmed, but nope.
So that’s that. But on the plus side, I don’t have to set the alarm for any time beginning with a ‘5’. So that’s a win, at least.
Now, back to the knitting.