|My brown Aran|
I am deep into the "Long Project" now. So deep that it feels like a university course or a book writing year.
I am tempted to explain this sustained period of obsession as a Master's Degree in knitting.
|Dawn from my house (not the one pictured)|
|Misty winter mornings|
The shawl is a challenge...more for the drudgery than the skill. I have used drinking straws cut up to act as tiny stitch-markers.
I work wherever it is warm.
|Always needing glasses.|
I have re-discovered Tallis' "Spem in Alium" through "How To Listen To Classical Music". 30 odd years ago I had the chance to sing this as part of the university choir. I bailed. It was exam time and I had a summer job lined up.
It has helped with the stitches.
|The only needles I use for large lace projects.|
Sadly "Spem in Alium" has been used for 50 Shades. I did not know this.
...and the brown Aran at the top? I was five in that photo. We had one each and they would be handed down. All from Clifden, Galway, they were bought as hand-knits despite a complete household ban on hand-knitted items. Somehow, if it had a label it was "good enough" to almost be factory-made.
Notice too, the fetching ski-pants?...ones with stirrups! Ah yes...
I have ordered more sets of the above needles so that I can work in a less crowded-in fashion and have one long needle length strung through each of the four sides....did I tell you it was square?. Well, the prototype was done earlier here
|The river looks like an octopus and the fence-palings look like beach huts. This will all change.|
|Isla waits for the postman.|