Well, end of summer - what summer? It has been resoundingly wet, soggy and totally crapacious - summer has sucked basically. And guess what - Bank Holiday Monday - showery again (in Scotland that means between the light rain, we get downpours - cool). Still, the good thing about a three day wet weekend is that being cooped up indoors means I have finished something - not just one thing but two. Two big knit-monsters - yes, I know, call me irresponsible, it is enough to make the world tilt on its axis and have a wee bit of a wobble - me finish something, anything, let alone two beasts of the knitting world, namely Daphne and Glade - unreal huh?
I even put some beads on Glade - and I am pathetically happy they match the colours in the knitting, then once I had completed the mother of all sewing-ups I had the task of finding buttons for Daphne. Let me tell you - the background colour ("peat") is a horrific to find buttons to work with - I have flooded our house with small brown buttons of slightly different hues - finding small and brown in Glasgow has been an undertaking almost on par with knitting the darn thing - in the end I went for brown dyed shell buttons but turned them over to have the duller back side facing forward (a little trick I have used in the past) as the front was too shiny and bright.
Sorry for the crappy photos of the two projects - my camera battery is dying and I am trying to use natural light - which in our part of Scotland is but a brief window of opportunity, little Miss-13 is also hovering - she wants to play some sort of irritating game on the PC that goes "ping" a lot, she is currently fretting a great deal about "droop" - in other words she is quite sure she needs "support", but you try finding a trainer bra of 25 inches round-the-ways - not easy (I was contemplating a tubi-grip bandage but her sour looks have suggested that is not an appropriate option).... She has also just told me my musical taste sucks (like a 13 year old girl would know - but she thinks the lovely and oh so sublime Sia is "wierd" and the Corsican Chant which is very calming and therefore necessary for parents of 13 yr old girls is "abnormal" - well, she can listen to it all afternoon...)
So, now I have looked over the pile of yet-to-befinished, but nothing appeals so I have a new project which I think is just darling (or as my daughter descibes it - "When, WHEN? will you knit anything normal"). Despite her, I adore this - although I wish the model used in the book (Rowan Studio Twelve) would shut her mouth in at least one of the photos - that gormless slack-jawed expression is the preserve of old ladies - and why do I know this? Because in the last couple of months I have started finding myself doing it, dammit I am geting old.
