Saturday, 2 December 2017

Mess. With yarn

 One thing I have learnt over years of knitting is that I should trust my intuition. Sometimes it is described as listening to the yarn.  Did I do that?  No and I wasted some time.

The blue yarn is some more of the Three Irish Girls sock yarn.  A pretty colourway called Delphinium.  I was making a cowl as a Christmas present. I paired the yarn with some Garn Studios alpaca which I had picked up some time ago at a sale.  About the same weight as the blue and it would knit much more quickly to be finished before Christmas for a present. Nothing very fancy but the yarn was stubborn and not behaving well.  I struggled on, determined to knit what I had envisaged.

In the end I gave up and ripped it out.  You can see the mess to the right.  Metres and metres of it.  I did try to be careful with it as I pulled it all out.  Too much trouble to separate the two yarns, so I left them piled together in this heap.  I should have listened to the yarn and to my intuition saying this was never going to have a happy ending.

So I started again.  I planned a long scarf.  The yarn looks much better now and will be better after blocking.  I have changed my mind slightly.  I will make it long enough to go over head two or three times and then cheat by joining it.  I think this will work just fine.  I was up early this morning so after breakfast I sat outside and have done several more inches than this photo shows.  I now feel confident in what I am doing and barring a major disaster, this should be finished well before Christmas, even though it is December already.

My son continues to make progress.  It is so encouraging to hear the improvement as he speaks on the phone to me.  He is returning to the confident person he has always been, and it shows in his voice.  The dreadful painkiller drugs, multiple horrible things,
are being reduced although there is still a way to go. He and DIL are house sitting for a friend who is overseas.  There is a pool and he can practise walking in it whenever he feels like it.  He can't swim yet, kicking while swimming twists the body, but walking in water strengthens the muscles.

Summer time and the living is easy.  It seems like a good year for summer fruit.  Often it is not at its best till after Christmas, but part of breakfast today was a very good yellow fleshed peach.  Lots of juice and full of flavour. just look at the deep golden flesh.  Sunshine in a peach.

Breakfast too has been easy.  I have always liked Greek yoghurt and for a long time I bought Jalna.  I have now found a brand which is even nicer, Tamar Valley from near Launceston.  I love both the flavour and the texture.  I bought blackberries from my new source of fruit and vegetables.  A perfect marriage, the tartness of the yoghurt with the black berries.These were a special two punnets for $8 I think, certainly a good deal cheaper than supermarkets and they were very good quality, not a mushy one in the whole punnet.

I have been buying from  a market supplier, Chris Antico.  Antico is a well established name in green groceries here.  I am paying a bit more but the quality is amazingly good and the service is great.  Actually the money evens out.  The quality is high so I can use it all.  I often end up having to throw out supermarket vegetables as they often go bad quickly.  I am about to make lunch with some Kangaroo Island eggs, also in the delivery.  I used to buy them locally but then they disappeared. Pancakes or patties depending on the consistency.  Some fresh marjoram and basil and made with almond meal mixed with flax before sale.  No, I am not going gluten free, I just like the flavour.  Served with salad they will be good and breakfast was at just after 6:00 am, so I am well and truly ready for lunch six hours later.

1 comment:

2paw said...

Oh, yes, we live in the Tamar Valley!! It is nice yoghurt. I am so jealous of the blackberries, yum. I agree about quality rather than quantity. I appreciate the food in my produce box too, I think more about what I will are with it.
So glad there is continuing good news about your son. The water walking sounds like nice easy, supported therapy.
I am waiting for our cherries, there are Mainland cherries in the shops, it not ours yet: they are bigger and sweeter and blacker.
I know too well pushing on with a project and not listening, you did well to sort out the tangle.