|Me and the Papal Visit Committee, 1986|
SOURCE: ACT HERITAGE LIBRARY, Canberra Times Collection
Further Information at http://www.library.act.gov.au/find/history
Right and wrong don't apply to knitting patterns. You drop stitches or you don't, that's all. Amy Witting, "Isobel on the Way to the Corner Shop".
We've had a week of hideously hot weather. Over 33 degrees Celcius, most days much higher.
The absolute best part of knitting in public on really hot days?
Being able to answer the incredulous stares and comments by slowly smiling, peering over the top of my glasses and in a deadpan voice, saying
The stationery section of any shop is always worth checking out.
The local $2 shop (Hot Dollar, Woden Plaza) had a packet of 5 pencil grips and umpty ump pencil topper rubbers for ... wait for it ... $2.
The supermarket stopped carrying the pencil grips I've been using for a couple of years so I was very pleased to see these.
Not for use with pencils, obviously, but for knitting.
One of the underpinning truths of my life is that there knitting is suited to every mood and circumstance.
Late this week I needed knitting that was without deadline, entirely unrelated to any thing or event, or anyone else, that was achievable, sensually immersive, and that was uplifting.
From deep in the boodle came a skein of 100% angora yarn, hand-dyed and given to me by the Happy Spider. The colourway, Ophelia, is randomly variegated in greens, ranging from soft leaf, through lime, sea green to a deep teal which giave me a thrill of pleasure each time it appeared. The yarn is two singles held together but not really plied and it is blooming as I knit.