Sisterknitter

A British knitting blogger from North London

Friday, September 24, 2004

my entrelac attempt


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This is my first and probably last attempt at entrelac knitting. It was meant to be a cushion cover, but last winter I used to use it as a seat cover for my car because leather can get very cold at night!
Well, we Brits are officially into autumn. It's scary how the leaves are starting to fall off trees and it really is getting too cold to wear Birkenstocks.
I put my summer clothes away with a heavy heart the other day.

I've started my Christmas knitting projects. Number one is a Kureyon scarf from Vogue Knits. I also want to make a rowan river tape bag for madam and I've got to do a scarf for my MIL.

The Rockstar scarf is round my neck at the moment. The green/mauve/blue mix reminds me of a peacock. I made it to give me a break from the navy sweater nightmare. I am finally sewing the seams together!

Went to a rollerdisco with my sister last night. Needless to say my sister was the hare while I was the tortoise, but I have such a good time that we are going again!

Thursday, September 09, 2004

a self portrait


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Excuse the clean laundry on the line


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I bet that in a month's time I won't be contemplating sitting in a deckchair with a cup of tea, listening to the radio and contemplating knitting a few rows before starting tea.
I had a snooze from about 5pm in front of Richard and Judy, which felt incredibly decadent, although I did crack on with the knitting.

Wednesday, September 08, 2004

I can't believe it's summer!


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Couldn't resist posting this picture of a rose in my back garden. And I can't believe that it's still in the mid to high twenties (Celsius) in September. Roll on with these Indian summers is what I say!

There are crawlers on my ceiling!

After I came back from donating some wool to a womens' project just off Tower Hill, I noticed some specks on my ceiling. Then I realised that they were moving. I had to gather up all my wits and hoover them off the ceiling. Trouble is, they are still coming out, in twos and threes. I am much too scared to investigate behind the fridge, which is where I think they have hatched. Over to you, husband dear...

Crawling along....


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Boy, am I glad that I switched to Addi Turbos while knitting the front of this jumper. It's clipping along nicely - I've got about 8cm to do before I can start the sleeve shaping -hallelujah!

No photos today, thank you!


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This is Tigs, the grande dame of the Chalmers household. I spotted her snoozing under the coffee table and couldn't resist taking this snap!

She was 'donated' to us about six years ago. She originally came from a rescue home and god knows what happened to her before she got there.

She is about 15 years old, but still incredibly nervous and will sometimes take fright at something and run away.
She especially hates bin bags. She isn't fond of the vacuum cleaner, but very few cats are.

Now that Herman has arrived on the scene, Tigs has given up making any noise, as Herman's yowls, caterwauls and miaows more than compensate. She only makes noise when she feels that we are holding out on a can of wet cat food.

Monday, September 06, 2004

Progress is slow

Just churning through the front of the sweater, then I can get down to seaming it together.
Did some knitting while watching Threads which is a dramatisation of what would happen if Britain suffered a nuclear war. Even though it was filmed in 1984, it still scares me, so I'm listening to some cheery disco cheese (Hazell Dean, anyone?) to try to make sure I don't have nightmares of all hell breaking loose in the middle of the night. On second thoughts, that's probably Herman our Persian cat jumping on the bed and demanding to be fed in his own inimitable way, which is to put his face in yours and pretend to be sick. Works every time.

We were promised an Indian summer, and boy, did we get one. It was 27 degrees today, with more of the same promised for this week. After a dance class this morning, I spent the rest of my precious Sunday off on a sunlounger in my back garden with my husband snoring gently beside me - What else can one do?

Thursday, September 02, 2004

my eBay auctions...

can be found here...

Roll up, roll up...


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My, I've been good today.
I have sorted out my stash into three: keep (the nice stuff); sell (nice stuff that I don't like); and donate to charity (mostly acrylics that have been festering in my loft).
What's pictured is what's going on eBay.

Wednesday, September 01, 2004

On the home strait...

Started knitting the front of the navy sweater. Got a little too engrossed in Crimewatch and realised that I have messed up a tiny part of the ribbing. It shouldn't show up (aka I can't be bothered to rip it and start again).

I am so glad that I made the switch to Addi Turbos - the knitting seems to glide by although as I have lots of ribbing, moss stitch and cabling to do, hopefully knitting the front won't seem quite as monotonous as the sleeves were.

Can I share my doofus-like behaviour today? After seeing the consultant (another stone and a half to go) I popped into Asda Wal-Mart to do some grocery shopping. I had a rummage through the 'George' clothing section and found the most gorgeous pink, black and red coat. Paid for it out of my £70 bingo winnings and left it in my trolley while I carried on grocery shopping. And that's where it stayed.

Only after I got home, had a cup of green tea and flicked through InStyle did I realise that I'd left it in a trolley. I couldn't rest until I knew for sure that some trash had stolen it, so I drove back to the store and my worst fears were confirmed. I ended up shelling out another £40 for the same outfit.

The moral of this story? Always check your trolley. And don't rely on the milk of human kindness - especially when it comes to Park Royal.