Another month has passed… thousands of stitches later : Hello World! :)
Where did the time go? March felt like a second. This Winter felt like a blur.
Tag Archives: socks
Light, still…
The weather is getting warmer. The days are slowly but surely getting longer. The sun has been out for the last couple of days… All I have to say is : Hooray!
On the Knitting Front:
Socks Tale…
Once upon a time there was a pixie who secretly knitted a pair of plain brown socks – with blue speckles all over – for her husband’s birthday…
Fox in socks on box on Knox.
I have recently finished my 10th pair of socks. That’s nothing. I have a friend who told me she has knitted 40 so far.
Some small things that make me who I am…
“Sometimes it’s the things you do while standing still that make up who you are.”
– Marcie Chambers Cuff, mossymossy.com
The flat tyre on my car still didn’t get changed, but today I got around to darn two of Boy’s hand-knitted socks.
Oh and I finished a sock that I started on the 07th of February, according to my knitting notebook…
The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe…
I would be very surprised if anyone could make any sense out of all these pictures… You are more than welcome to have a go in the comments at the bottom of this post though!
“A picture is worth a thousand words” they say… I’ll save you the reading then :)
Marabout – Bouts de ficelle…
I grew up in France, singing a nursery rhyme which is about three little cats. Kind of.
The song is a succession of words that blend with one another (this style is called, I think Dorica Castra) as the last syllable of the last word sounds like the first syllable of the following word…
So it starts with three little cats and then goes on about a straw hat, a door mat, a sleepwalker… and carries on ’round the houses’ until it gets to the pieces of string – “bouts de ficelle”.
The Chronicles Of Yarnia…
“When you are knittings socks and sweaters and scarves, you aren’t just knitting. You are assigning a value to human effort. You are holding back time. You are preserving the simple unchanging act of handwork.”
– Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, At Knit’s End.
My soul often has the urge to go wandering in nature. To feed on the sights of the valleys and woodlands that form Ashdown Forest. The peaceful sounds of the streams running free, the grounding presence of the trees, the smell of gorse flowers, the touch of moss, the shades of wet leaves, the sight of all the wild animals…
The first two weeks of the year…
Boy made outfits for these two lucky devils… Pint Beastie has put his pint down for now, as he has been busy doing Super Hero work. It’s more rewarding than pint work, so he says… ;) and the Kraken was about to film his first scene in Boy’s Big Pirate Movie… but now he looks too smart to be scary…..
(Techni)Colours
I don’t know if it’s because we are entering into the dark, grey, bleak, rainy corridor of January/February/March, but lately I have been craving bright colours, marvelling at the beauty of electric multi-coloured yarns…
