Got sick, got better, got sick again, am still sick. Snow on ground, freezing cold office, ice in the air, no sunlight for days on end, temperature below freezing most of the week. Right now 110F/43C heat and wet-blanket humidity of summer sound wonderful.
Pictures of London as it used to be, from PhotoLondon. I’ve never seen Trafalgar Square this empty, or Piccadilly Circus filled with horses and carriages. (link via Jordon Cooper)
Finished knitting my sock, working on the pair now. Think I’ve got it figured out.
Pastor found this while looking for a way to get rid of the pews in our church office building: Used pews.com
Being sick leads to Bridget Jones style writing, am lacking proper sentence structure, too thick-in-head for decent composition.
Confession time: I knit. Not only that, I’m going to teach someone else to knit, starting with a scarf. Tonight I started on my first ever handknitted sock, and it’s hard! The four needles are tiny, the wool is like red dental floss, and I seem to have lost two stitches somewhere. I can’t pick them up in the rib section, it would look really obvious, so I have to carry on and grab them when I hit the main body of the sock. Aack!
(Maybe I haven’t lost the stitches. Maybe I can’t count right across three needles. I’ll figure it out.)
The yarn is self-striping, I couldn’t handle messing with two balls of stuff and doing the three active and one working needle thing. Still, the yarn came with a free pattern, always a good start. I did my first sweater with the pattern that came with the yarn to relax during my GCSE exams. This is my first attempt at socks. I hope I survive.
Update Tuesday 20th:
It gets easier, I am past the cuff and onto the main body of the sock, and could actually see myself wearing this. I’ll stick it out with the double point needles. Next pair I’ll use a circular needle, but I figure if I can do it this way, I can do anything.