I made these many months ago but I just haven't been able to keep with my posting this year. They're another project from Susie Johns' Knitted Fast Food; details for this project are also on my Ravelry page.
Details on my Ravelry page
... who has tomatoes still on the vine in November? And this despite having gone with plants rather than seeds this year too! ... whose first pair of hand-knitted socks fit after all?
The trouble with socks is that there are two of them. Now you might think that this is a good thing, except when only one reappears after washing. It's also not such a great thing when it comes to the knitting of them. If one sock is scary then the second one is twice as... Continue Reading →
I am a bear of very little brain, I am slow and can't count. This thwarts my knitting ambitions. Although to be strictly truthful, I haven't really done ambition for a while. Whilst the past calls to me, I've always had trouble facing the future and find it hard to envisage it in concrete terms... Continue Reading →
The knitting bug really has me smote at the moment. My physical health is a little better at the moment and I’m just so enjoying being able to do creative things again. It’s one of the things that I really miss when I’m ill, not being able to express myself or entertain myself. Being ill... Continue Reading →
Babies seem to be like buses. They all come along at once. Other friends of ours have also recently hatched. There are reasons why it takes nine months for a baby to hatch. It’s so that knitters get a chance to knit whatever they’re plotting to foist upon the unsuspecting, innocent wee victim. I hadn’t... Continue Reading →
As you know, my knitting repertoire for many years has consisted of baby bootees. Just bootees and not much else. Whilst bootees do at least hold the interest slightly better than garter stitch scarves, there are limitations to them. They limit me. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life only being a... Continue Reading →
I don't know if this internet thing is a good thing, it keeps making me succumb to something which is suspiciously akin to peer pressure (1). I see someone knit something and this small thought pops into my single brain cells and niggles me to have a go myself, to contemplate making the same myself. ... Continue Reading →