Having forgotten my decision to post MCS “the night before”, I am madly scrambling to do it now, before we head off only to return in the late afternoon when I, well, just can’t be assed.
Just a *teensy* bit excited to join in with Kirsty’s meme today… I’ve been doing lots of something I don’t normally do, snuggled up in front of the heater. Actually… two somethings I don’t normally do… and CURSING myself for not buying some of the lurvly yarn I fondled at Stitches & Craft… the only yarn I have being a mismatched hodgepodge from the oppy…
I have been… knitting!
A scarf! It’s all rolled up at the sides – according to my Gran, aka “The knitting sage”, if I’d knitted the first & last five stitches of each purl row that would nae have happened, but as I didn’t know that until the scarf was a considerable length already, I’m hoping an iron and/or a wash will sort it out when I’m done. I also learned from The Sage that what I thought was purling was actually some kind of weird ass backwards knitting, so we got that sorted out once and for all…
I have also been…. crocheting!
…and, enjoying it… for a change. Finally I’ve figured out how to (kinda sorta) understand bits of my crochet book & learned how to keep my circles flat… AND, how to make flowers. And roses. I am ridiculously, in proportionately proud of my roses… even if on the bigger one I ran out of yarn… I just can’t believe that;
a) I made that and
b) I made it with CROCHET.
It is, I think, a miracle.