Wednesday, 3 February 2010
getting going again
This little pair of socks is for a little girl in Canberra. I'll post them tomorrow, long with something for her mum and possibly some chocolate too if I can find any good stuff near the post office.
This sock wool goes on and on and on. It's Heirloom Jigsaw and this pair was made with the leftovers after making a pair two years ago for one of my granddaughters. It's pink, in your face pink, raspberry icecream pink. It's not a colour I'd willingly choose again, but there is still enough left for a pair of baby socks or perhaps bootees. I remembered from granddaughter's socks that the wool does not look good with a lacy pattern. I undid my first attempt for her. So these are plain except for the scalloped top edge. It was fairly easy to match the stripes. Actually, I really don't care for myself whether the socks match or not, but the stripe is so definite that this pair needed to match. These stripes do match.
Ailsa's first delivery of yarn in her Indian Summer yarn club. I've been very happy with this, even though the colour is not something I'd normally consider. I'm even happier with the lovely 50/50 merino/silk mix. The second sock here is part way through the heelflap. I did eight repeats of the pattern down the leg but only seven on the foot, so there's not too much further to go. My head is now clear enough, I hope, to return to the Bollywood capelet in the 50/50. I've seen a couple finished and am looking forward to finishing mine.
It's a bit hard to see but there are some lovely pearly buttons in the centre of the plate. Some of the buttons are strung on sewing cotton and I remembered that when I was small, neither my mother nor my grandmother ever threw out clothing for rags unless the buttons had been cut off and threaded on sewing cotton.
I certainly travelled back in time when I saw these. Some of them I can picture on my mother's dresses when I was small. I also remembered how much I enjoyed going through grandma's button jar on a rainy day. She could tell me where nearly every button had come from. Then I remembered another rainy day pastime, often in the school holidays. Mum would allow me (!!) to get out the Silvo and I would shine all the cutlery, the sandwich trays, fruit bowls, cake stands and whatever else I could find to polish. Then all would be washed in hot soapy water and dried. I don't think I ever realised that my enjoyable task was one my mother hated doing herself.