And you thought I wasn’t knitting

You’d be almost right. But slow progress is being made on the knitting front.

These photos are crap because, well, you saw the weather outside. That’s a reason I haven’t posted many knitting photos – no light! But longer days are upon us so if it would stop raining/hailing/snowing/sleeting for half a second… ok, obligatory weather grumble over.


This is cheating because I haven’t actually made any progress on this one since some time last year. I just haven’t shown you a full photo of it yet, that’s all. It’s Thermal from Knitty, knit flat instead of in the round because I didn’t have any circular needles in the right size. And the point of starting it was to use up materials, not buy more. 3mm needles, slow going… and I’m not passionate about it. Love the yarn and the colour though, I may have already mentioned I inherited this from my great Aunty Margaret via my Nana, the yarn came from Scotland (judging from the labels between 60-80 years ago), to England, New York, New Zealand and back to the UK again with me. It’s very special so I am committed to finishing it one day. (just don’t think about the carbon footprint)


This is a baby blanket. The colour’s not quite accurate but you can see the garter texture quite well. It’s made with the softest organic cotton I bought in New York (carbon freak out!). Yum.


This last one is Flicca, by Anna Bell. This has been my main knitting fodder of late and the reason the weather is still crap – as soon as I finish it we’ll have sunny days from here to eternity, mark my words. I’ve done the back, fronts and one sleeve. It’s tempting to feel like I’ve nearly finished, and then I think about the sewing up. Big job. I’m knitting this in the recommended yarn, Sirdar Click, because it’s cheap and I figured for a big cardi like this pure wool would be too heavy and would just stretch it out too much. This is not stopping me from feeling the acrylic guilt though (argh, petroleum product! carbon suicide!) (not to mention the snob factor)

Right, now that we’ve considered all of the ways my favourite hobby is killing the planet, I think I’m going to go and stick my head in the (gas) oven. Fitting, yes?

Although, just as an aside, I’ve been thinking and researching and stuff lately and here’s a site I came across today:

Carbon Fruitprint

There are all sorts of cool ways you can offset your carbon footprint, but I think this is a pretty neat one. Social enterprise + cute kids + my favourite fruit!

Snow! On the ground!

“When  two Englishmen meet, their first talk is of the weather” – Dr Samuel Johnson.

Well, is it any wonder when this country has such crazy weather!  It hasn’t snowed all winter but now that it’s spring it’s been snowing every day.


(I should add that it only stayed on the ground until it started raining five minute later)

The joys of Spring

It was the first day of Spring yesterday here in London but unfortunately Mother Nature has not really taken note. That’s ok though, because I have a big warm winter cardi in progress (and you thought I wasn’t knitting?) and I want to wear it before the warm weather arrives!

I’ve been buying more flowers…



Sorry I haven’t updated in over two weeks. Now watch while I distract you with a poem. I know I totally missed the silent poetry reading (was it last month?) but Crumpet just reminded me of it. I read it for a speech and drama exam or competitions or both, I can’t remember, but I still love it.

First Day at School

A millionbillionwillion miles from home
Waiting for the bell to go. (To go where?)
Why are they all so big, other children?
So noisy? So much at home they
Must have been born in uniform
Lived all their lives in playgrounds
Spent the years inventing games
That don’t let me in. Games
That are rough, that swallow you up.

And the railings.
All around, the railings.
Are they to keep out wolves and monsters?
Things that carry off and eat children?
Things you don’t take sweets from?
Perhaps they’re to stop us from getting out
Running away from the lessins. Lessin.
What does a lessin look like?
Sounds small and slimy.
They keep them in the glassrooms.
Whole rooms made out of glass. Imagine.

I wish I could remember my name
Mummy said it would come in useful.
Like wellies. When there’s puddles.
Yellowwellies. I wish she was here.
I think my name is sewn on somewhere.
Perhaps the teacher will read it for me.
Tea-cher. The one who makes the tea.

Roger McGough