Being an adult has its plus sides, I suppose. For example, nobody threatens to withhold your only source of income if you don’t tidy your bedroom.* Also, CAKE FOR BREAKFAST, PEOPLE! I wanted to add a third item to this list, but I’m struggling to think of one, so instead I’ll show you a picture from today’s autumnal walk with the twinnage:-
But mostly, adulthood involves noticing stuff and guiltily muttering “Oh yeah, I must sort that out,” 712 times per day. The last time I was fully up to date with the to-do list was pretty much at birth. I wish I’d kicked back and savoured that moment a wee while longer before the tasks began piling up: attempt first smile, get potty-trained, replace the sealant around the bath…
…That said, the defective sealant around the bath did lead to my first meeting with one of my dearest friends. It was 2001, I was living blissfully alone in a flat in north Oxford, studying/working for my doctorate.
Unbeknownst to me, a leak from my poorly-sealed bath was turning her bathroom on the floor below into a revolting mass of mould. She notified me of the problem via a fierce letter, so I tiptoed downstairs to apologise and to arrange how to resolve the issue, mindful of the fact that I’d seen law texts in her window so she was probably pernickety and litigious and we’d doubtless detest each other on sight.
Just how wrong can a knitter be? Many hours later – at about 3am if I recall – I finally left her flat, having discovered that (i) she’s thoroughly lovely, (ii) we have tonnes in common, and (iii) we’d be friends forever, even though she was due to move back home to Greece imminently. Sometimes you just know, yes? A few visits either way have happened since then, and I think she’s beginning the slow process of forgiving me for wrecking her bathroom whilst she was briefly on sabbatical in the UK.
But I was supposed to be discussing to-do lists.
There comes a point where, despite my best efforts, there are so very many things that need sorting that it’s tempting to disappear from my own life and resurface with a blissfully empty to-do list in a far-flung land… except that the logistics of doing so would involve organising and sorting-out, so for now this cute little fantasy must languish somewhere below getting the car serviced on my list of stuff.
One of the many, many things I’ve been meaning to do is to publish a pattern that quite a few of you have requested. It’s this cowl:-
I’ve designed lots of cowls over the years (when I should have been doing tedious stuff like fixing the guttering on the shed – I’ve never yet met any new friends via faulty guttering but I live in hope), but this is the cowl that I wear most often. It goes with everything, it’s cosy, the colours are pretty, and it’s pleasingly large. I was commissioned to design it by the craft shop chain ‘Hobbycraft’, and for a good few years the pattern was on their website. Sadly, the recommended yarn seems to have been discontinued, and I’m not sure the pattern is even on their site any more. That means I can publish it here without anybody suing me, right?
I’ve been pondering alternative yarns and experimenting with various options. Right now the frontrunner is Rowan Felted Tweed, although the gauge isn’t quite right.
Give me a week or two and I’ll figure it out. And then I’ll publish the pattern here, for free. You’ll be the very first to know, I promise. To the people who’ve emailed/messaged me about this, it’s coming. And to the people who’ve messaged me about other stuff, I’ll get there. Apologies for being slow. Sometimes my introvert self needs to run away and hide under a stone for a while.
But I have more to say on the subject of friendship. Another of my close friends, whose bathroom I have yet to damage in any significant way, has a blog. Actually we met via her blog/Insta. Sometimes the people you meet on the web are not psychopathic weirdos; sometimes they’re warm-hearted, clever, creative, earth-loving people whom you’re quick to love. This particular friend has an Insta here, and, after shelving her previous blog, has relaunched her writings here. Trust me when I say that this is a yarny woman to watch.
Anyway. I’d love to chat more, but I need to cook the dinner and unblock the washing machine and… Did I mention to-do lists?
Happy yarnery, people.
*With apologies to Mother Twisted and Father Twisted, because you wisely never linked chores to finances when I was a kid. But the idea made for a good opening paragraph.