Lately, I’ve been knitting a lot. The only downside to this is that it’s left less time for blogging about knitting. I’m working on the prototype of my first cardigan design. You’d think this’d be a quick process since I’m working plain ol’ stockinette in a single self-striping yarn, but… no. It’s taking forever. I even did a recount to check that I hadn’t accidentally made an extra six sleeves because that would at least explain the slowness.
It’s not as though I’m making it out of cobweb-weight mohair or anything crazy like that. The yarn is a brand new release from Stylecraft – an aran-weight acrylic-wool blend called ‘Life Heritage’. It comes in these splendid colourways:-
The colourway I’m using is called ‘Seagreen’. It’s always important to coordinate with your surroundings. (More on these particular surroundings in a moment.):-
Actually I do know why it’s taking so long to finish this thing. It’s because I keep doing things like deciding to move the first armhole gap three centimetres to the left, thus requiring me to rip back four hours of my life and reknit the blimmin’ thing. Anyway, the thing about… WHOA, WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT?! I’m writing this blog post beside the pond, and look who’s enjoying a moment of, um, intimacy! LOOK!
Anyway, back to the knitting, and re-knitting, and then re-re-knitting. One thing that I can confidently confirm is that Life Heritage is a robust sort of yarn that stands up just fine to a vicious cycle of knitting-ripping-knitting abuse without disintegrating into a whiny mess of fluff. (Sadly, the same cannot be said of the knitter, but you can’t really blame Stylecraft for that.)
Another reason I haven’t finished this cardigan is because last week we – the Stoic Spouse, the Twinnage, and I – made a 500-mile journey north, right up to the ludicrously beautiful island of Mull, off the west coast of Scotland.
And without forcing you to sit down for a formal viewing of all eleventy thousand holiday photos, please can I just say, Mull is awesome, stunning, peaceful, and rammed full of wildlife. You can scarcely move without tripping over a seal or bumping into a golden eagle or two (which may explain why eagles always look so disapproving).
We arrived at the house that we’d rented for the week, only to find a stonking great stag making itself at home in the garden:-
There were some knitting opportunities, of course:-
Plus a couple of opportunities to wear a load of knit/hook-wear:-
But to the delight of the Twinnage, we spent a lot more of our time eagle-watching and whale-watching, paddling in the sea amongst tiny fish, and walking the hills.
And don’t even get me started on the raw beauty of Fingal’s Cave…
Are you sure you wouldn’t like to pop round tonight – say, about 8pm-ish – for a formal screening of The Holiday Photos? I’ve got some breadsticks somewhere, and there’s a definitely a bottle of wine in the fridge… I’m sure it’ll only take an hour or six…