tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909049561796583272024-02-07T04:14:17.998+00:00TussahSilkLive, love, laugh (& knit!)TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-40315299520992122912015-09-11T15:33:00.002+01:002015-09-11T15:33:39.974+01:00I'm back, or am I?<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I left blogging some time ago as I wasn't dedicated to it, and thought that I might like a microblog better. Truth was, I didn't take to the micro blog at all and didn't really use it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I do like musing, and looking over my old posts, it's a bit like having a semi public diary. I might give this another go...</span>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-76380742589599082482010-08-03T13:08:00.000+01:002010-08-03T13:08:10.284+01:00Going, going, gone ...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I've found that I prefer the ease of a </span><a href="http://tussahsilk.tumblr.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tumblr</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> microblog, and I've pretty much moved there.</span>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-29687367373266833102010-04-05T10:23:00.006+01:002010-04-05T10:48:40.469+01:00A Casual Cyclist<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Last year I stopped to think about the things that I like doing. What were they? Do I allow myself enough time to do them? Do I have the right tools to do them? I realised that these days my hobbies seem to be reading, photography, knitting, cycling (I hardly swim any more so may have to strike that off the list), and surfing the web on my computer. I made a decision that if I needed to take a class to get better at what I enjoy, then I would do so. That I would read more about photography, knitting etc. To that end I finally bought myself a digital camera and took some photography classes - what a difference to how I use my camera. I also took a knitting class which really helped me to read my knitting far better than ever before. I also bought myself a bike.<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://www.profilesmets.be/imagehandler/product/012-Entrada-Spirit-dames-stratosblauw.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">After spending several years in Belgium and Holland cycling around the refinery, I realised that I really like the upright position of Dutch style bikes. I also liked the rear coaster brakes (i.e. pedalling backwards to engage the rear brakes). I decided to get one. After a lot of research on the Internet, I finally bought a blue ladies Batavus Entrada. It does not look like a traditional Dutch or Pashley style bike, but it is a joy to ride. It has been out of action over the winter, but now that spring is almost here, I'm thinking about those Sunday morning/lunch time rides with the camera in the pannier, and a glass of wine at a country pub. Hurry up spring!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-10011424964093460292010-04-05T07:42:00.005+01:002010-04-05T10:36:22.082+01:00Travel Bug<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">I love this little widget showing places you've been in the world:</span></span><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:11px;"><img src="http://chart.apis.google.com/chart?cht=t&chs=440x220&chtm=world&chf=bg,s,336699&chco=d0d0d0,cc0000&chd=s:9999999999999999999999999999&chld=GBVACHSEESNONLMTITIEDEFRDKBECAJMMQLCDMCNJPSGKRTHAEAUUSZA" width="440" height="220" /><br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Not bad, but I have whole swathes of Africa and South America that I haven't visited, and the picture is too small to really see the Caribbean countries.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap;">On the knitting front, I've been trying to knit a rather beautiful pattern called <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/misty-blossom-stole">Misty Blossom</a> for a while. That pattern has been kicking my butt all over the place. I've had to rip back hours of work when I finally noticed horrendous and very visible errors several centimetres back. After much gnashing of teeth, and some advice from Ravelry folks, I laid it aside and started working on another lace project. This time, <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/woodland-shawl">Woodland Shaw</a>l is going a lot better and faster. I think this is because it is a repeating pattern. On advice, I'm not using stitch markers, and I haven't used a life line. This last is contrary to all advice, but I found that when I put in the life line, I spent two hours knitting and tinking the row above the life line. I became so disgusted with this that I took out the life line, and guess what, no more problems! Whilst this may work for my current project, I <i>will</i> be using life lines when I go back to Misty Blossom. I'm just waiting for some Enchante yarn in Glasshouse to arrive. [Mini rant: I hate it when people advertise that they have something on their website, when they don't, and then take your money for it... that's all I'm saying]</span></span></div>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-3655209407456576322010-02-28T21:41:00.017+00:002010-02-28T22:24:39.304+00:00Unravel 2010<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">What is it about going to Knitting events? Why can't I go along enjoy the show and not spend money? Why am I always drawn to the softest most gorgeous coloured yarn?</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Unravel 2010 was on this weekend at the </span><a href="http://www.farnhammaltings.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Farnham Maltings</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">. I went last year: it was good in 2009, but they outdid themselves this year. It was more than double the size in terms of stalls available. In addition to the regular yarns stalls, there was crochet, weaving, buttons, dyeing, final year graduate displays, spinning, a knitting competition, tea and cakes, a place to just sit and chat, classes, talks, etc. There was the usual friendly hubbub: I think it's great that when you go to knitting events, people are generally polite - even when they are trying to get their hands on the same stuff as you...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Remembering that last year, stall holders only accepted cash, I made a point of going to the cash machine before I went. I set myself a budget, and figured that at least I was exercising some control. If I was really trying, I wouldn't have gone in the first place, huh? Well, I saw this fabulous cashmere yarn which had been organically hand dyed by Elizabeth Beverley (no online presence). I couldn't leave it last year, and I didn't leave it this... Budget busted with one purchase.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;">Plant Dyed Knitting Wool from Elizabeth Beverley, 100% Cashmere in Madder, 180m/50g:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8665093@N05/4395433065/" title="DSC_0013 by tussahsilk, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2779/4395433065_e4318ffca7.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_0013" /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre-wrap; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Whilst I didn't get the this one from Unravel, I couldn't resist it either. It's so silky with a soft sheen...</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; white-space: pre-wrap;">Handmaiden Fine Yarn, Sea Silk in Ivory, 400m/100g:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11px; "><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/8665093@N05/4395435679/" title="DSC_0004 by tussahsilk, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2794/4395435679_f54394dbdb.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="DSC_0004" /></a></span></span></span></div>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-47163353979318711452009-08-12T21:16:00.006+01:002010-02-10T20:29:07.911+00:00A Prisoner of Birth - Jeffrey Archer<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This month's book club choice was a predictable but pacy holiday read. I read it in two days. I won't give a synopsis of the story as that amy spoil it for you.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was entertaining, but not thought provoking. Throughout my rather fast reading of this book, I had an image of Archer plotting out all the inter-connections and the twists and turns on a single sheet of paper. A times it felt a little clunky, as though he thought to himself, "I must just add this bit here, so book 4 or book 5 later on makes sense". It also felt as though it had been writen with the idea that it might be made into a film at a later date. The last section of the book was written like a kind of Dickensian serialised novel - every chapter had a cliff hanger ending, which I found wearying after a while. There are only so many times that you can leave your reader gasping for more...</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is not a book I'd recommend to someone who is an avid reader; rather I'd recommend it to someone who only reads whilst on holiday and is looking for summer escapism.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Not my favourite book by a long stretch.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">On the knitting front, I've started working on <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/misty-blossom-stole">Misty Blossom Stole </a>by <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/designers/asami-kawa">Asami Kawa</a>. I am using some 2-ply silk/cashmere Eva from <a href="http://www.poshyarn.co.uk/">Posh Yarn</a>. right now this seems to be a match made in heaven. A beautiful, elegant pattern made with sumptious yarn.</span>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-69584333010094141512009-06-05T17:15:00.007+01:002009-06-06T19:51:51.963+01:00A lovely surprise...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In my profile I think I list reading as my first hobby. I am a prolific reader, and my house is bursting at the seams with books (okay so I exaggerate, but you know what I mean). I'm a fairly tidy person: lots of clutter everywhere becomes "visual noise" to me and I start to feel faintly uneasy. Despite my parents calling me "The Minimalist" behind my back, I don't like that look. My home needs to be cosy and comfortable but not cluttered or "noisy".</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have one of those spare bedrooms that has multiple personality disorder. For such a small room it serves several purposes. It is where I have a squishy sofa so that I can read away from the TV. It has a big desk so that I can work from home when I need to. It houses most of my stash and also my cross stitch patterns (I don't do much cross stitch any more: I love the process of cross-stitching, but I don't want to hang it on my walls... What do you <em>do</em> with it when you've finished stitching anyway?). It also houses the majority of my books. There are way too many books on my bookshelf, ... and on the floor in my bedroom, and in all the bathrooms, on my dining table, the side tables in the living room, and, and, and...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343905104287662162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ2XNNgXc1LGNfWhdw8CfynqP5LRmzDA2qbAaoA6t0cjhUx8c5Md2Ywkl61UR1XbweBLVzbUKhvyVFb-Uf_NYLgtwM-q-jEnPR23TUUUo-RSnXhE5Vt7c2cVri6rIRpYUIqZhSTWdVgEE/s320/DSC00185.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In a fit of "Minimalist" tidying up, I decided to throw out a few books, well quite a lot actually. I know that I should "release them into the wild" ala <a href="http://www.bookcrossing.com/">BookCrossing</a>, but to be honest it was too many and I wanted them gone, <em>now</em>. So there I was, sat on the floor deciding which of my university textbooks that have sat there untouched for more than twenty years to get rid of when I come across...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"The Celtic Collection" by none other than <strong>Alice Starmore</strong>, published in 1992!</span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have absolutely no recollection of buying this book, and none of anyone giving or lending it to me either... If I truly bought it in 1992, I can't imagine what I was thinking at the time since although I could do cables back then, there is no way on God's Green Earth that I could have done the </span><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/cromarty-sweater"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pattern </span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">that I suspect caught my eye. Even now I would hesitate to try knitting it. I thought about selling it on eBay for a nanosecond as so many of her books are difficult to find, but then I came to my senses. Who's to say that I won't develop the skill to knit Cromarty one day? Truth be told, I love her <a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/knittingocd/dunadd">Dunadd </a>wrap, and if it wasn't prohibitively expensive, I'd probably be knitting that instead.</span>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-68230687188197929922009-05-18T22:10:00.018+01:002009-05-24T18:01:53.741+01:00Photography<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Have you ever allowed your dislike of a person spur you on to do something that you've always wanted to do? Does admitting it make me a bad person?</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I truly, truly dislike having my photo taken. This intense aversion to being in front of the camera stems from a traumatic experience with a HIDEOUS school photo when I was a vulnerable 13/14 year old (I can't remember what age exactly). What I <em>do</em> remember is that I used wear the kind of coke-bottle-bottomed, super thick-lensed glasses that only appear in cartoons, and that they were always smeared by my grubby finger marks. I remember that on the day we were due to have photos taken I'd gone to some considerbale length to have an indescribably elaborate hairstyle (I'm shuddering just thinking about it now). I had also just started my teenaged career of rampant oily skin mixed with pimples and blackheads. Yeah, I was looking good (not)... Well, the poor photographer tried, he really did. "Tilt your head up a bit... drop your chin slightly... up slightly... turn away slightly..." This went on and on for what seemed like thirty minutes. In the end, he gave up and just took the shot...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Three weeks later as the teacher was handing out the photographs, she said loudly "the photographer got a beautiful shot of you ..." . Thinking that "he sure as hell took his time over it", I honestly believed that I had a good picture; and why not, photographs of the other girls in my class were truly lovely. Alas it was not to be: suffice to say that I defaced the picture, got rid of it and ABSOLUTELY refused to pay for it. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It took me many years to realise that if I didn't want to be in front of the camera, I needed to be the one taking the photos. As I started taking photos, I realised that (1) I found it next to impossible to load 35mm film, (2) I kept forgetting to take the film to the photo developers, and when I did remember it was so old that the film had corroded anyway, and (3) the photo rarely came out the way I thought it would, assuming the film wasn't two years old already. Over the years, I overcame the 35mm film problem with a <a href="http://www.camerapedia.org/wiki/Pentax_efina">Pentax Efina</a> camera. It has one of those APS film cartridges that slots in like a battery - remember those? Then I moved on to a <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Sony-Cyber-shot-DSC-T7-Digital-Optical/dp/B0009J575K">Sony Cybershot DSC-T7</a>: a beautifully elegant slimline point and click digital camera. It would have been perfect ... if I could understand the graphics which were all in Japanese (long story). Alrighty then, better get a camera that I can actually understand the instructions and graphics on-screen... Enter the <a href="http://reviews.digitaltrends.com/review/4449/sony-cyber-shot-dsc-w90">Sony Cybershot DSC-W90</a>: I loved this camera, actually, I still love it. But... I still can't quite get the photos I want. So next, I'm loving Photoshop which I bought to manipulate my digital images. I'm no expert, but my pictures are improving.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So where does the unpleasant person come in you ask? Well a couple of months ago, the BF & I visited a National Trust property with another couple. I had heard what an unpleasant person the wife was from a number of people, but thought "no one can be so unremittingly awful". Suffice to say I was wrong, they were right. So there I am with my little point and click camera, and the supercilious (... insert rude word) pulls out this all singing all dancing digital SLR, and with a contemptuous glance at my camera starts taking (what I'm sure are) fabulous photos... Grrr... I find it amazing that I'd been wittering on about buying a dSLR for a couple of years, and it took one glance from The Madam too galvanise me into action. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">So here I am with my brand spanking new <a href="http://www.dpreview.com/reviews/nikond90/">Nikon D90</a>... and I don't know how to use it! I have signed up for photography lessons, and attended the first one last week. Our homework for the first week was exploring exposure and depth of field. Whilst my photo isn't very good, for the first time I took a photo and generally got what I expected... Result! The only way is up.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">[I have no shame, I plan on inserting my picture when I've uploaded it to the computer! And here it is...]</span></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339436623666028370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix-yEvr0y9fsBdoz7YnwwiKqFq5EcBP9RwlUS8uiUI3VvPQA5O3nsUi2bDEe3LHtDXavTuwjxyYp5fcA45ki6iAHd19nfQi5J2bdGDEF6UWc0IJsKChRqOTlkJGUUfRVu6slru0TW25UA/s320/DSC_0062.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This weekend the BF & I went to a photography exhibition put on by the local camera club. What an inspiration! They were so friendly, knowledgable and willing to talk to a rank beginner that I'm going to join.</span></div>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-10210319662820095272009-05-15T20:47:00.003+01:002009-05-18T22:06:11.616+01:00Starting over<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have allowed this blog to languish untouched for a year or so. The original intention was for it to be a knitting blog, and then I realised that I do a number of other things in addition to knitting, I'm an extremely slow knitter and that if I tried to restrict it to knitting only, I wouldn't have much to say.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My other concern was that a work colleague became aware of this blog and was reading it regularly. That made me super-cautious about what I write here. I don't know why I was worrying as I don't put anything seriously personal on this blog... Still, it ground to a halt.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyhow, I've decided to resurrect it. I still knit, I still read, I still walk. But I've realised that I also like cooking, and I've taken up photography. I've decided to use this blog to record how I'm getting on with these hobbies. Maybe over time, I'll start to see an improvement in the new skills I'm trying to learn.</span>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-35293694644971518952008-01-06T10:19:00.000+00:002008-11-14T06:41:02.512+00:00Educating Tussah...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Towards the end of last year I participated in my first ever swap. I'd read about them on other blogs with a great deal of interest. How lovely to knit something for another knitter (actually it's also a bit scary, 'cos you KNOW they'll see every mistake); you also know that they'll appreciate the effort that you made. How lovely to receive a parcel from an unknown knitter - it could be someone round the corner from you, or someone on the other side of the world.</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I was really pleased with the idea of the Harvest Sock Swap as I only had to knit one sock, thereby avoiding second sock syndrome. It was great taking part (bendy needles aside), but I now realise that I really didn't understand how they work. Firstly, I thought that I had only one swap partner. I thought that I was supposed to get to know her, and to identify myself to her - which I did. Oops, actually I was supposed to remain a mystery. I was utterly confused when I seemed to be receiving two sets of email from her. One with her real email address, and one from someone called "Spoiler". Then, just a few days before the parcel arrived, I received an email from "Spoiler" saying that she wasn't my sock swap partner ... huh? I am not generally considered a stupid girl (at least I didn't think so until after this experience), but what the hell? Imagine my surprise when I receive a package from a completely different person other than my sock swap partner...</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then a day or two ago, I was browsing on </span><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ravelry</span></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, and came across a very relevant question about swaps in the UK Swaps group. This lead me to The Bag Lady and The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Pro's</span> blog post called </span><a href="http://yarnfamily.com/blog1/2006/06/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Swap 101</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. It explains about having an upstream <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">spoilee</span> and a downstream spoiler. I wish I'd seen this before I joined the swap, it would have saved a lot of head scratching and looking dumb!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For me there were a couple of notable things in participating in this swap (above-mentioned educative experience aside):</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(1) The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">faboo</span> package that I received from my spoiler*, Cheryl of </span><a href="http://knitting-knut.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Knitting-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Knut</span></span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. The yarn is lovely, and the knitting exquisite. Actually, I'm a little intimidated to try the </span><a href="http://www.knitty.com/issuesummer07/PATTvogon.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">pattern</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152314435744628194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLeBJQoRL7sS5lOng8670fr711yPr9yqNL3ihKkkaq8pMV12vghUEpmML3BWUPAqPu669bFQwRpdsq40GIBg6eSNUzZw4hgNIEgSNPlP8s8NJbiB48fJb9b8hrfDWCqvSqZkFxyMdYoN4/s320/DSC00548.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(2) Knitting for my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">spoilee</span>* forced me to try my first patterned sock, and the pattern worked. Yeah!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">*Ahem, just so you know, now that I've acquired the lingo I've just <strong>got</strong> to use it!</span></div>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-65090218315560705012008-01-04T22:37:00.000+00:002008-01-06T11:02:09.866+00:00That Was the December That Was!<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Clearly I'm a craptastic blogger, I've not said a thing all November. I barely had anything to say in December either...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is partially work , partially a hectic social calendar and partially because I didn't want to let my Harvest Sock Swap partner down. I wasn't on time with the sock, but I got it sent out, and I know that she received it.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last Christmas I allowed work to completely rule my life ... to the extent that I didn't participate in <em>any</em> of the the normal Christmas parties and social events. I was working in Belgium at the time, so a lot of evenings were spent alone in a hotel room, either reading, knitting or reading <em>and</em> knitting! Everyone else working on the project in Belgium lives there, so after work they have their regular home life. I don't think they realised how cheesed off I became, knowing that I am missing party after party, with no one recognising the sacrifice to my personal life. This year, I decided that there'll be none of that! I was going to every. single. thing. to which I'm invited: I'm pleased to report that I did exactly that. On top of all of that, my birthday is late in November, and I decided to throw a party. I hadn't had a party since I was 13, and I decided one was past due! The net effect was that I was partying each and every one of the six weeks up to Christmas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Then I went to Denmark for the annual family get together. Three generations of my family in one house. Play with the niece and nephew; play with the dog; try to knit but end up spending more time tinking than knitting; collapse in bed exhausted each night... you know how that goes.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">During all of these shenanigans, my Chinese colleague David came to visit whilst he was on a business trip in the UK in early December. He had previously given me a traditional Chinese tea set (photos to come). On this visit he brought along some tea, some special fish seasoning (which I've yet to use), and a traditional Chinese game called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Go_(board_game)">Wéiqí </a>(aka "Go" in Japan). It is an ancient game of strategy, the rules of which are easy to learn, but take a lifetime to master. So during the visit, after playing me and then my father, we all agree this would be a fantastic game to take to Denmark to play with my brother-in-law (BIL). David suggests that since my sister and BIL are returning from a three year stint in Japan, I should get her to buy a "Go" table. I forgot to say anything to her, but remember whilst in Denmark, saying "damn, I think we've missed an opportunity". Yeah right, my smarty-pants sister proceeds to tell me how she got the bargain of a lifetime, purchasing a valuable antique "Go" table and some virtually heirloom "soldiers"! Grrr... Then we had a whole big debate about how the game is played. I'm not sure who won that one.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On the knitting front, well, apart from the Harvest Swap sock, there wasn't any real progress. I've joined the centre for the Seraphim inspired wrap that I'm working on, but I just cannot get it right. I have tinked back the same five rows over and over and <em>over</em> again. It's gotten so bad that I started knitting the <a href="http://knittygrittythoughts.typepad.com/photos/finished_objects_07/01_05_07_136.html">Woven Cables scarf </a>in a bluey-green Debbie Bliss Cashmerino Aran for some relief. I haven't done cables in years; I find them very easy, but super tight on the needle on the following row.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I received a fantastic package from my Harvest Sock Swap "spoiler". Note how I'm using terms like "spoiler" as though I know what they mean. That's the subject of a whole 'nother post! I just love the Koigu yarn she chose. If that wasn't enough to put a grin on my face just before Christmas, I also received my first parcel from the Socktopus Yarn Club. And what a parcel. I am so glad I joined this club, Alice has included some truly lovely extras in the "Bells and Whistles" package that I signed up for. I only wish I'd gone for the "Humdinger" package now...</span>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-42964551821565829842007-12-07T22:35:00.001+00:002007-12-07T22:36:41.628+00:00To My Harvest Sock Pal<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have mislaid your address, and I'd like to send your parcel to you. Please can you respond to my note on Ravelry with your address? Thanks.</span>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-59414203713148727992007-12-03T22:37:00.001+00:002008-11-14T06:41:02.794+00:00The Harvest Sock Swap Marathon<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now, I'm not a particularly lithe woman; I always say I'm built for comfort, and not for speed. But that doesn't mean that I like to take FOREVER to get something done. Yet that is exactly what has happened here. I have FINALLY finished my Harvest Sock Swap sock (with only one day to go). I believe you have to post the sock and the goodies out by tomorrow. Well, truth be told, I won't achieve the posting date, but THANK GOD this sock is done.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I won't bore ya with all the details, but suffice to say, I don't love Lantern Moon needles. Well, I do, but they break ... <em>all the time.</em> It really put me off knitting the sock. I used to think that I was a fairly loose knitter, but maybe not. Maybe it's the way I hold my needles. I don't have a single needle that isn't bent.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The yarn, on the other hand, was truly lovely to work with. Helena is a 4ply (sock weight) yarn, made from pure organic merino. I chose a harvest-time colour called Bonfire, which I thought was appropriate. One of the main autumn celebrations here in the UK is Guy Fawkes - aka Bonfire Night on 5th November. We build bonfires, burn the "Guy", let off fireworks, and have a party. It is all in memory of the man who was caught trying to blow up the Houses of Parliament in 1605.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I chose to make Monkey in the end. (Guy Fawkes was a cheeky monkey don'cha know.) What a beautifully written pattern! I had a little difficulty with the working the row above the double yarn overs at first, but with some timely help from my sock guru friend, I soon overcame it. Needle woes aside, I enjoyed doing this pattern, and I'm sure to make this again for myself at another time. I am putting a few goodies in the parcel that I'm sending off to my pal this weekend. I only hope that she likes it.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'll add pictures at the weekend, when I've got good light to take photos.</span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151753916742696402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYooaelLZh4hNGy2vH2CSi3MeoYG8ID5-gdhd1CE7I-9YyO7i8R9f3D32NwGklmdLzBkAZpnrT-53BLecmTZ5KiHr8ErAE_tj4k6w-peUkanfql_8pQ5V-jlzwO4DCA-Rs3cQJeEtWRCk/s320/DSC00521.JPG" width="309" border="0" />TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-10055547735105518972007-10-28T15:08:00.000+00:002007-10-28T15:40:24.520+00:00Wonderful, kind knitters...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I have only ever knitted one pair of socks in my life. Actually, I have knitted a total of three socks. On the first pair, I got second sock syndrome. The yarn was lovely and soft, but the colour was ... bleh. It looked lovely on the skein, all pastel pink and yellow - the yarn is a cashmere/merino mix, and the colourway was "Tequilla Sunrise". It should have been a joy to knit. The knitting was pretty easy, everything went as planned. But I got bored with the colour. I didn't like the way it striped. I knew I would never have bought socks in this colour. So I gave it up. I really enjoyed knitting on 4/5 DPNs, and wanted to have another go, so when I came across the Harvest Sock Swap, I thought this would be the perfect thing. I only have to knit one sock, so if I get tired of the whole business, I needn't despair as I'd be sending the rest of the supplies to my swap pal for her to knit the second sock. Easy right?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Hmmm, well, the whole business has been fraught with difficulties. I hadn't realised when I signed up, how concerned I would be that my swap pal liked my choices for her. It took me ages to find the right yarn, which after I received it, I forgot what it was called or what the fibre was - but that's all sorted now. Then I dithered for ages over sock patterns. The one I had in mind is not fully written out. The designer assumes the knitter has a certain amount of knowledge of toe-up socks. I've only done top down socks to date. Although the pattern on the sock itself is pretty easy, and I could probably have slotted it into a generic top down pattern, I didn't feel that this would be suitable to send to someone else. Especially as she is a far more experience knitter than I, and could probably see any errors at 10 paces! So after a fair amount of searching, I finally came up with a (well known) pattern. I chose it because of its popularity. I figured if so many people had made it, the instructions must be well written, and it must be fairly easy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I started knitting about two weeks ago. To cut to the chase, I have ripped back and restarted the same sock four times. FOUR TIMES. I am on my fifth attempt at these socks. On the fourth attempt, I actually managed to break my Lantern Moon DPNs. A cry for help on </span><a href="http://www.ravelry.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ravelry</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, and in double quick time Robynn of </span><a href="http://www.purlescence.co.uk/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Purlescence </span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">came to my rescue. How wonderful is she? Especially considering that I didn't buy the original needles from her. She sent me replacement needles before I could even blink!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On top of that burst of generosity, last week I received a couple of books about spinning in the post from <a href="http://cinereous.blogspot.com/">Sarah</a>, whom I met at Ally Pally.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm just sitting here with a big grin and shaking my head. I've often read about the kindness of knitters on other people's blogs, and whilst I thought it was all wonderful, I never thought any of those things would happen to me. Yet, twice in one week, I've received help and support from fellow knitters, whom I met online. Isn't it a wonderful world? And I'm getting back to those socks. I WILL conquer them - and the fancy needles...</span>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-5034648835812699012007-10-14T15:03:00.000+01:002007-10-14T15:21:07.847+01:00Damn, damn, damn<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I seem to be having one senior moment after another these days...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I found some lovely harvest-like yarn for my sock pal - in a quality yarn that I think she'll like. I buy it. It arrives at my home. I unwrap it. It has no label, but no problem I've bought lots of yarn from this source before, and because it is a relatively young company, yarn labels may or may not always be available. All okay so far...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Problem is it's now two weeks later. I've got my nostepinne in hand to wind it, and suddenly I'm no longer certain what it is. This lady only sells high-end yarns, so it isn't any crap (no worries there). But is it pure cashmere? Or cashmere and merino? Or even lambswool, Angora and cashmere? I'm fairly certain it's not cashmere and silk because I've bought that from her in the past and she sells it in smaller skeins. Argghhh... I'm off to her website again to try to identify my yarn by a process of elimination.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Stupid, stupid, stupid... ~headdesk~</span>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-54826020258329965062007-10-11T21:48:00.000+01:002008-11-14T06:41:03.678+00:00Ally Pally<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ever since I started reading knitting blogs regularly around this time last year, I've been dying to go to the Knitting & Stitching Show at Alexandra Palace (Ally Pally). Last year, I was green with envy at all the wonderful, unusual, and hard-to-find-in-the-UK yarn that people had purchased. I resolved that I was going to find out about the show for 2007, and I was NOT going to miss it. I put the dates in my diary as soon as they were announced at the beginning of the year.</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121159463052110530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgInjfY4dC5RrB9odPLM34gQ3hT5c5irSKNxe1mnYhMrs_OhDyyjs_-WEh-u85fGzHZy3a_yK9k5kfG-BuvtuoKEw9ms52Q2OzOquGjJxM1pfGxjuJDY9nHqtWJ6CgBQOpCq0tl3BKXjy8/s320/DSC00492.JPG" border="0" /><br /> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Woo hoo! I went today. I took two days off (today and tomorrow, in case I feel a need to go back again). I got there pretty early, about 45 minutes after they opened. But it seems Ally Pally is THE knitting and stitching show of the year. Even 45 minutes into the four day event, people were already leaving laden down with huge, and I mean HUGE, stashes. I couldn't believe it. I bought my ticket and hurried to the Habu stand. There were loads of women there looking at the yarns and the sample knits. Habu is clearly very popular. There was no actual pushing and shoving. The shoppers were courteous and helpful; one lady even helped me to find a particular colour of silk/stainless steel yarn that I couldn't locate. The main difference at the Habu stand was that people were there to shop; there was no idle patting/stroking of yarn, and then wandering off to return later. It felt like you needed to buy now, or it may not be there when you came back. I bought several items: yarn to make a Kusa Kusa scarf, some bamboo, some silk, and some paper.</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121159450167208626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie7JVv5neDd9-JHq9CgoZ7axDLUU0A8m7OWXkb1fQ2bVb4gyxfLwywA6vo1Z7kqV0Q6c98dNrPUyIpTR8Yp64UxmXdQ0NUTdrPi9ZTcS_1kPVmm58RZKfRppC1jeXsdte21oIVDdntRJg/s320/DSC00499.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">A real highlight of the show was meeting people from Ravelry. I knew that <a href="http://andallthatstash.alltangledup.com/">Yvonne </a>and <a href="http://cinereous.blogspot.com/">Sarah </a>would be there as I had planned to meet them. I brought along my Ravelry bag, and so many people stopped to say hello, to talk about Ravelry and to say that they recognised me from being online. It was great. Sarah was generosity itself. She gave me my first spinning lesson on an elegant light-weight drop spindle, using some beautiful pale blue silk roving that she was working on. It was fascinating, and I can see myself getting a drop spindle so I can try this out. Imagine knitting with yarn that you've spun yourself?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I went to the <a href="http://cinereous.blogspot.com/">UKHandKnitting </a>"Relax and Knit" stand, where Tamsyn (also on Ravelry, but blogless I think) showed me how to knit the continental way. I can see that I'm really going to have to practice, it felt so <em>alien</em> holding the yarn in my left hand. Just as I was leaving I got talking to Gerard of <a href="http://www.iknit.org.uk/">I knit London</a> and <a href="http://mithranstar.livejournal.com/">Mithranstar </a>who were in the queue behind me for coffee. It was amazing how friendly people were.</span><br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121159480231979730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJFsHl-iKuBTc8WxYayXzodU9MdpDopqGkjIXd-UL15PW10soKzvhLxy-vSZuLPxvkvRcjdXEhUuKRgwwyU830dV_bRXsI1pSHtps5zGvzOZ8yfPYr87dYGwp_q6GWvQiVv_GNVAB4w6U/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Sarah also introduced me to <a href="http://www.socktopus.co.uk/">Socktopus</a>. I think that this is a fairly new online sock yarn shop. The owner, Alice was there. She was super-nice, and boy does she have some lovely yarn. I bought some Dream in Color "Smooshy" in Cloud Jungle. It looked even better when I got it home and could see it under good lighting. I am so glad to see that she is in the UK. I will definitely be buying more from her. Here is a pic of a bunch of Ravelers/sock yarn lovers at Socktopus's stand... Erm, why didn't I get a photo of me with the group? ~headpalm~</span><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121162821716536082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhgl06Hpiwnl_go2iOJl3lzupVfAIvAreirGf3ou8r1QzYHn0yJH4KjPVdo81CgwOJcs-_SF0Et3M61L3mcDXm4NG8OVRMiH9bTVStCBkapyZsL1_4WSo9j76AeaIOIhViFlXkLRTnUXU/s320/DSC00489.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Ooh... I also got some wonderful needles that are made from the remnants of musical instruments in rosewood and ebony. Ooh, and some Lantern Moon DPNs.</span></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121159493116881634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqRcP1K5JVFxTw30z2-UUr7sHvJvwAh_Ghk8csCOS72-qNPbsQ8brsAITqt5gr7eyW72s0hevhrNOhaMFbcUrbCYN33pYiy-XNgk-U3zUh2dm29GyoDktmyskdM9MJmCZ_QUepN5fZ5bw/s320/DSC00496.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Well, what with my Ally Pally SEX and some recent Posh Yarn purchases, I think I've got my haul for the year - no more yarn purchases for me. Let's see how long I can stick to THAT, huh? I've had a wonderful day off. Despite it being foggy on the way in to London, this was the view that greeted me when I left Alexandra Palace. How lovely is that?</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121162830306470690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioICoIKRaXl8e7gdjRL7EzjzJeBdHSbhdl873GMCBdJ1usIFLR2QVuHKlvjU7Pr1DbauN-PCxiHnU8ccCNev26S1kL-wJYua5pa0EBNwEVQrEisE4coTOxESMKdF_ByjGDiRyBHuhc6b4/s320/DSC00491.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-28037626697851561422007-09-28T20:28:00.000+01:002007-09-28T21:04:47.910+01:00Harvest Sock Swap 07<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Just recently I seem to be having trouble following directions. I doubt that this is because the directions aren't clear. It's more likely to be because I skim read so much.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Harvest Sock Swap 07 has just got underway. One of the rules is that I'm to make contact with my pal within three days. I managed to do that alright (<em>just</em>, since I was away when the swap partners were announced). Another instruction is that I'm required to update my blog by Tuesday each week with my progress on the sock that I'm making for my pal. Hmmm... failed there so far. I thought it said that I was supposed to contact my pal once a week, or was I supposed to contact the organiser once a week, or... <em>What am I supposed to be doing?</em> I had to go back and read the instructions again.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Anyhoo, here is my update. I've settled on a pattern. I'm not an experienced sock knitter, but I wanted to knit something that is not absolutely plain, but that had a "quiet" design (big, rather obvious clue). As for the yarn - what should I get? Since my pal is American, I'd like to buy a British yarn that is not so easy to get there. I'd like to use an autumnal colour in the spirit of the swap, but I keep being attracted to various shades of green, which is not very autumnal at all really. I am exercising control though; I haven't purchased the green. I have a plan. I regularly buy yarn from a lady in Wales who does some lovely luxurious hand-dyed yarns, and she's bound to have the kind of colour that I'm looking for. In fact, I think I've seen what I'm after. I just hope my fingers are fast enough on Sunday evening...</span>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-28621136251955470972007-09-25T21:25:00.000+01:002007-09-25T21:48:17.060+01:00I'm A Knitting Floozy!<div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I haven't posted for a couple of days (make that SEVERAL days) 'cos I'm ashamed. Ashamed that whatever I say I'm going to do these days, I go off and do the exact opposite. I said I was going to work on my Habu/Shibori-felted scarf and that I was going to leave the buttery Seraphim inspired stole until later. But erm, I've been working on "Seraphim-alike". My explanation? I went to the Birmingham Knitting & Stitching Show a couple of weekends ago, saw a wonderful stand showing superb examples of Shibori-dyeing technique and got scared I guess. Plus I'm not that fast a knitter, and I realised I wouldn't get it done in time for my friend's wedding in a couple of weeks. I haven't even bought my wedding outfit yet... ~sigh~ So I picked up the stole again. The good news is that I've finished the first half. The thing is, now I'm a little nervous about unpicking the provisional cast on to join for knitting in the other direction. I've asked for advice from the folks at Ravelry. I don't want to mess this up, and I saw online somewhere that knitting in the opposite direction can look pretty craptastic if I'm not careful; twisted stitches or some such.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">In other knitterly news, I've joined the Harvest Sock Swap 07. It's great, you only have to knit one sock and then send the sock the rest of the yarn and the directions to your swap partner together with some goodies. I think this is great, second sock syndrome blights us all. My swap partner is </span><a href="http://amusingmyself.wordpress.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Jennifer</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. I've been stalking her blog and her Ravelry page looking for ideas on what she might like. I'm not an experienced sock knitter, but I don't want to disappoint either. I have a pattern in mind, but I just need to find the right yarn. I'd like to use something soft and luxurious but without mohair, as I already know that she's not keen on it, which suits me because I really can't stand it. Yeah, yeah, I know I was drooling all over my Habu, but I swear that is a <em>special</em> mohair/silk mix.</span></div>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-67465938066396909322007-09-20T16:20:00.000+01:002008-11-14T06:41:03.944+00:00Birmingham (Knitting &) Stitching Show<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Last weekend I went to the Knitting and Stitching Show in Birmingham. I didn't get there until the Saturday afternoon, and on the way in to the exhibition halls I felt as though I was walking in the wrong direction - everyone else seemed to be leaving as I arrived.</span> <div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I have to say that it felt more like a stitching (and knitting) show. The dress-makers, embroiderers, cross-stitchers, beaders all seemed to be better catered for than the knitters. I didn't buy any yarn or needles whilst I was there.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">The thing that stood out for me was the Hiroshi Murase Shibori stand.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115310726912273042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUhNoKkyHlxAflwxQqSMn4YJNIjzMGQKGi7CIMPzBE3Cc1FgmSlTOvyyNYjKw4NZmRq2a3jBU5BgwrYxlBwnbyPl0TtYODRqWZCpDEO0V-U2FG4UXcy6pzf7xwS2cSbkQsTirHmQXA5wA/s320/DSC00475.JPG" border="0" /> Hiroshi Murase is a master dyer, and there was a gallery of his work available. Whilst I'm not into dying myself, I found this interesting as it relates to learning how to tie Shibori style for the scarf that I am planning to make. I saw a presentation on Shibori by Yoshiko Iwamoto Wada, and bought a lovely cotton-square that I can dye myself. The pattern is very intricate, I'm not certain it can be seen in this picture, but here goes...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115310958840507042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2v8ljAbPcWoHX61mZqjUqIFMXWHKMDt4MkcKgXB2ThKMVtES7E9TsbXmS6joTP66gPOQ3-wKo8j3RoXRnZCr-W-_oiuo2gCxbLlarfmtUuiNZPKfZL7loP-BQkfRiuvszU0LrVLo5MoM/s320/DSC00478.JPG" border="0" /></span></div></div>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-53830908416096641442007-09-12T22:24:00.000+01:002008-11-14T06:41:05.114+00:00Hasselt "City of Taste" & Beer Tasting in Antwerp<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm now fully back to the old routine at work, and I've been working in Belgium this week. I've been staying in a small city called Hasselt. It markets itself as the "City of Taste". I decided to wander around the city centre taking a few photographs last night. Here's what I got. Interestingly, I saw at least two other people out doing the same. So, we've all got fairly new cameras, then...</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0KZAo_YWgA0Aai_-3Al7Qti2KbjIDMjFcjKt0RNPsu11kpGyvKer4LUSEMX_edf8Fl4bM9ID5RHMTL53muz6VkBOypjyuhhIPmEye5gp9wz4vOXVp2yqOlN6FxmDjbMuskyROBpcO_I/s1600-h/DSC00397_edited-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110845130339508754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0KZAo_YWgA0Aai_-3Al7Qti2KbjIDMjFcjKt0RNPsu11kpGyvKer4LUSEMX_edf8Fl4bM9ID5RHMTL53muz6VkBOypjyuhhIPmEye5gp9wz4vOXVp2yqOlN6FxmDjbMuskyROBpcO_I/s320/DSC00397_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj95aEdGzYApYDI-GcfF7G0GpPC353QDvMcrEh4O2yeqVFHfzfpgUowAUBfCfEptFs5bL5yFIp_Guth6axvpzrRYk2j-gJ2AuqrVabjwQAubfkz0onFTGwQampiXa9Lws5zB5xp2k2c2Og/s1600-h/DSC00408_edited-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110845388037546530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj95aEdGzYApYDI-GcfF7G0GpPC353QDvMcrEh4O2yeqVFHfzfpgUowAUBfCfEptFs5bL5yFIp_Guth6axvpzrRYk2j-gJ2AuqrVabjwQAubfkz0onFTGwQampiXa9Lws5zB5xp2k2c2Og/s320/DSC00408_edited-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I kept coming across a young arty-type fella who was going around the city on his bicycle taking pictures of random traffic cones and bags of rubbish (clearly, it was rubbish collection day the next day, and there was lots of grey rubbish bags around). I <em>so</em> wanted to take a photo of him photographing the rubbish, but I didn't dare.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is the view from my hotel window at night. I think it's lovely.</span><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110844657893106178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX-8G7xw2gW1DtvhqEb_lczLLTlLxfdynhPjkom2LpAJP35JDVWx8TFRcnTPyoZeGQvbeNEphI8Hl71Nq8DoPbh0UmapHcKtuRLs6aKV6xkSHQcDZ3lkkDUXsXAdmDVwAXSpF0f0x2EJ8/s320/DSC00421_edited-1.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">On Thursday night we had our project team building event. Belgium is famous for its artists, its beer and its chocolate. There was some culture to the evening; we went to the Antwerp Fine Art Museum. This is the scene opposite it. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110848055212237362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEJ40Z0RJjSsBJ3OXlRlIsRhTqoeCJ0uJCqsUT4uBlpei6TlLuUnyRSpmRLlDKvyaUV0mn9LzN_llrHKymXHCs6KwJZnBSAwF5s9HByJ71txuBEYhdM9O-nHNOazHQ11LB1Q9jDpkqQ0s/s320/DSC00452_edited.JPG" border="0" />However, since I work in engineering with lots of men, you can guess what the main theme of the night was... Here's a clue.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizrvA1JZlHBhTxeRAwPtpDzPIK01X4fnlq5cblF8QgQ_o8MiTSJzrlBbACY4Hzn2f2_tRt1HdoJ11VCWH503fo8pa2r5AsW5wogvPT1UE-6jGIqrmmUlHReHB4h-MAVJZlIRyDVSaV4OE/s1600-h/DSC00471.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110849575630660162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="320" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizrvA1JZlHBhTxeRAwPtpDzPIK01X4fnlq5cblF8QgQ_o8MiTSJzrlBbACY4Hzn2f2_tRt1HdoJ11VCWH503fo8pa2r5AsW5wogvPT1UE-6jGIqrmmUlHReHB4h-MAVJZlIRyDVSaV4OE/s320/DSC00471.JPG" width="246" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dk2zXlWKa5eFsgjYfAALOQ1bfcLTnrOuwFOqWEl_ejWIOd0ETpNDXpPYdnL2a0ApNgggTuYOBppXlY89PEuJmZLAZbJB_PJZvSi_Yq9ZkScNqkPuw7_qxBaEDmp2hRAPkN2dqiPrGlA/s1600-h/DSC00467.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110850249940525650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dk2zXlWKa5eFsgjYfAALOQ1bfcLTnrOuwFOqWEl_ejWIOd0ETpNDXpPYdnL2a0ApNgggTuYOBppXlY89PEuJmZLAZbJB_PJZvSi_Yq9ZkScNqkPuw7_qxBaEDmp2hRAPkN2dqiPrGlA/s320/DSC00467.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was strange tasting beer as though it was wine. I have to say that this Gulden 1389 (that's when the original recipe dates from) was pretty delicious. Hands up all of you who like beer?</span><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110850679437255266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftFS4EeTQiyejtdNEm1EFhlign67wCfFf9EwwNX_aTom5ZuFoqcfxWFUt7HDADWr725hBOiJUtmuuVOXAvx_YCml5JC6eAATkP3wiivpxg3ouUmxz2s4PXMN5E5YDu4l42daYMEJOtOQ/s320/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I would like to tell you that I was the model of decorum, but I am (apparently) a "cheap drunk", and was one of the last to stumble, bleary-eyed, into the office on Friday morning.</span></div></div></div>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-46889003617673449592007-09-11T12:49:00.000+01:002008-11-14T06:41:05.267+00:00Book Club Choice: The Pilot's Wife<div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">It is amazing how your taste in books changes over the years. I don't know whether it is a function of maturity or being a member of my local book club for a couple of years, but I am definitely starting to see a change. </span><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Last month's choice was <a href="http://www.librarything.com/work-info.php?book=20066915">The Pilot's Wife </a>by Anita Shreve. As soon as the host announced what her choice was, I knew I was in for an easy time.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110853776108675698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgItUI7ES0aUzHxW9y1yS4_vmjM1XtyZd43jLOV6z14czfUDicCQy2GIMOWlQRW7gGt8-AT6qYywa_fBDmdepmA37ar308ySweXDMXtLGcGB-86MOaK2U-ODoYEbhYQMNMDGO-9nRva1Ns/s320/0349110859_01__SX50_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg" width="87" border="0" /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Why? Because I had already read a few Anita Shreve novels and I knew that I liked her style and subject matter. I was so relaxed about this book that I got a little lazy about reading it and left it until the last day. In the end, I read it in one sitting on an indolent Sunday. I'd pretty much never done that before. I always thought that reading a book in one day was one of those Hollywood cliches, like packing an entire wardrobe into a small suitcase in five minutes flat, and then lifting the thing with ease whilst sobbing hysterically, yet not smudging your mascara... hmmm, I digress.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">How was it? It was an extremely easy read, but I was surprised that I wasn't enchanted by it. When I finished it, I thought "that's that then", and put it aside. Last month's book club choice was thought provoking, and this book wasn't. So I'm not sure what I think: is it thumb's up or down? It is probably thumb's horizontal!</span></div>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-77368570583866390882007-09-09T14:18:00.000+01:002008-11-14T06:41:15.873+00:00Start of Autumn - The Proms<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We are just about to go into my favourite season of the year - autumn. I like the slightly cooler weather. I like smell of autumn. I like the mistiness we sometimes get in the morning, the way leaves turn gold and russet, and I love the smell of bonfires (not that many people burn bonfires any more). September is usually a much more reliable month weather-wise than June, July or August.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUhU_dJ2gsealjks0eUld4NY-bF1qhIxwyrI82bUmtxvSJqhtXFAG5pHtUsSkxnzRPBY1D6ICzarCJe2eowDF_fnCwa4jrRW0L-oo47ReZabyzws5OaR2tHy8ovgVloGR4UVrVi1VIqRA/s1600-h/DSC00365.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108198926924851746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="217" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUhU_dJ2gsealjks0eUld4NY-bF1qhIxwyrI82bUmtxvSJqhtXFAG5pHtUsSkxnzRPBY1D6ICzarCJe2eowDF_fnCwa4jrRW0L-oo47ReZabyzws5OaR2tHy8ovgVloGR4UVrVi1VIqRA/s320/DSC00365.JPG" width="315" border="0" /></a> I think that because school is restarting, and the family summer holidays are now just memories for another year, people think that the summer is over and no longer have any great expectations of the weather, and so are always pleasantly surprised when we get a warm day in September.</span> <div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Yesterday evening was the Last Night of the </span><a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/proms/2007/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Proms</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. I went with a group of friends to have a picnic and watch/listen in Hyde Park. I am not a huge fan of classical music, so the lighter classical stuff you get in Hyde Park, together with a bit of easy-listening pop is great for me. I think that you need to be a genuine season ticket holding Prommer, or at least very organised to buy tickets for the Albert Hall. What stood out for me this year was that I got a real sense of the Proms being celebrated <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFL0E9-PNv7IPNA7PrQ44bz_gJvYkdZ0QgC4N9KtJcQlU6wdyQZZb0Y6RoQQHrl3r59pw0b9XtL45yJ8cN5-PQsRtABX1dlCHCp_C4tKl-VYOW-pHSgCz_uwCCP67Zy2_EuVay_O6f9yQ/s1600-h/DSC00375.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108199094428576306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="230" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFL0E9-PNv7IPNA7PrQ44bz_gJvYkdZ0QgC4N9KtJcQlU6wdyQZZb0Y6RoQQHrl3r59pw0b9XtL45yJ8cN5-PQsRtABX1dlCHCp_C4tKl-VYOW-pHSgCz_uwCCP67Zy2_EuVay_O6f9yQ/s320/DSC00375.JPG" width="311" border="0" /></a>all round the British Isles. I'd always considered it a London event, so it was great that for the finale, we had choirs from Glasgow, Belfast (I think), Cardiff and Teesside signing songs/arias that are strongly associated with their part of the UK. This is the second time I've gone to this event in the park, and it felt like a great end to the summer/start of autumn.</span></div>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-20689127425848582632007-09-08T11:01:00.000+01:002008-11-14T06:41:16.064+00:00Knitting Malaise<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgcYTnwAMi-xbIqj6f36IfRch6x53LIdiaSSw6TVeyYanG56vuXvvwfaA5s8Z04sbBGjPZp0DK_uztwAHAivLX3Wc9pd5A2-bV3owgEc5Ax3871Xb3FvRvD9gF2j_WzsAy94tC6lts3Q/s1600-h/DSC00143.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107782769703978562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgcYTnwAMi-xbIqj6f36IfRch6x53LIdiaSSw6TVeyYanG56vuXvvwfaA5s8Z04sbBGjPZp0DK_uztwAHAivLX3Wc9pd5A2-bV3owgEc5Ax3871Xb3FvRvD9gF2j_WzsAy94tC6lts3Q/s320/DSC00143.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I seem to have lost my knitting mojo lately. I was happily knitting a lovely buttery-coloured stole inspired by </span><a href="http://mimknits.com/shop/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=69&products_id=182"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">MimKNit's Seraphim Shawl</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, when I saw that MS3 was announced. I'd never done anything like that before. I had seen a couple of Melanie's designs, and whilst not everything is to my taste, I think that she is very talented. I also liked the sense of virtual community that working on the same piece at the same time as 6,000 other people world-wide would bring. So I joined up.</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I bought the materials, did a swatch (for the first time in my life), tried the beading and settled into doing the first few clues. Then I managed to forget my knitting when I went on holiday and got behind. Then the wing was announced, and that put the nail in the coffin for me. It was so completely not to my taste that I knew I would never have embarked on the project had I seen the complete design. What to do? I didn't dare say I didn't like it... One or two brave people had said it in the Yahoo group and were flamed to hell and back. They were told that they were ungrateful, and they didn't appreciate all the hard work that Melanie had put in. I just kept quiet. There is no doubt that she is very talented and gracious (she stepped in to put the flaming to an end), but this was not for me. The conversation in the Yahoo group made me feel as though I "owed" it to someone to complete the stole. But I didn't like it... I couldn't frog it, I couldn't work on it... it seemed to prevent me from working on anything else.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I broke a self-imposed rule by buying some Habu which I'd been lusting after for a <em>loooong</em> time. My rule was that I was not going to have the mother of all stashes, I would buy yarn for specific projects, and I would work on one at a time. However, I allowed myself to do a swatch, and plan what I wanted to make. I know that I'm going to felt it shibori-style, and I've already purchased the glass beads and tiny elastic bands. But since I'd promised myself that I would be a one project knitter (self-imposed rule #2), and the spectre of MS3 was still hanging over me, I haven't started that either.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">There may be light at the end of the tunnel. I'm invited to a wedding at the beginning of October. I rather fancy wearing an ethereally elegant pink/brown stole of my own design. I need to find a simple but elegant outfit - preferably a dress. I'm going to frog MS3, I like the yarn very much, but I'll use it for something else. Time to shake that off, and enjoy my Habu! The buttery stole can wait a little longer too; it will be a Christmas gift for my sister.</span></div>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-41866186049912374442007-08-24T19:33:00.000+01:002008-11-14T06:41:16.586+00:00Japanese Style Part II - Tea<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Despite the proliferation of cool and swanky coffee houses all over the place, I'm still a tea drinker. I like <em>the idea</em> of going into a coffee house with a book or the newspapers on a lazy afternoon when I've got nothing better to do. I like the smell of coffee very much, but that is where the love affair ends. For me, coffee smells better than it tastes. With a St*r<em>f</em>*cks [sorry] on the high street of every itty bitty little town (yes, one arrived here this year too), it seems that the British tea drinker is getting left out in the cold.<br /><br />A few days ago, I heard a discussion on the venerable Radio 4 about the fact that sales of regular black tea is at an all time low</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvsodE9eZ6OWXJKBee-p9xTjAXdIRT-t7Y4_XLae6wUw1bWodcY58-tXwXYM8BR56bnAbF2Ti2C19SalqFIkeRu0j2Oa76-qf5yrwqPT7FZVn6N8V3Sp5icjrlJa0jjJKIpC5m90xmf4/s1600-h/DSC00362_edited.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102357577469068802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTvsodE9eZ6OWXJKBee-p9xTjAXdIRT-t7Y4_XLae6wUw1bWodcY58-tXwXYM8BR56bnAbF2Ti2C19SalqFIkeRu0j2Oa76-qf5yrwqPT7FZVn6N8V3Sp5icjrlJa0jjJKIpC5m90xmf4/s320/DSC00362_edited.JPG" border="0" /></span></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in the UK</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. But there was a light at the end of the tunnel. It seems that sales of specialist teas - chai, green teas, red teas, fruit and herbal teas were enjoying a bit of a renaissance. People are starting to get picky about their tea, and not just their tea, but their tea making accoutrements too... It made me think about the type of tea I drank (ahem, any number of teas - green, fruit, herbal, black ...), and what I drink from. I have the <em>mother</em> of all teacups & saucers: it holds three-quarters of a pint, and no one drinks from it but me. I also have a whole variety of teapots, depending on what I'm drinking, e.g. this one is for fruit teas. I got it from </span><a href="http://www.mariagefreres.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Mariage Freres </span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">in Paris, home to a tea museum, and some of the most fabulous tea rooms I've ever visited (and yes, my schoolgirl French is <em>hideous</em>).<br /><br />I reserve this one that I bought in Japan for when I'm feeling ultra-special, and want to have a cup of green or white tea with a touch of honey. Sacrilege, I know - did I introduce you my sweet tooth?<br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102360154449446418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxhgYFCoPM1ebs2rO2u7xUIw2obUUM8PcrsHaEu0DqnQdpmeQOQ1lRnyL_ms05cDWlJ5L9DpvNFTxe54EviiSpwnB_DAICBsIuUPzYnXpbP3ytALpyoSGT9tTTfsxtDgLtPzSLUSbLIWk/s320/DSC00328-copy-1_edited.JPG" border="0" /></span></p><a href="http://www.bettysbypost.com/home.asp?storyid=%7BE01F1FC2%2DBEDB%2D4710%2DB8E4%2D753BE1326D0C%7D"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Bettys by Post </span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">is a fabulous way to indulge. Not only are teapots becoming small items of desire, I noticed that tea is being packaged ever more attractively... "Woman's Hour" on Radio 4 has an <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/womanshour/01/2006_29_wed.shtml">article </a>about the perfect afternoon tea at <a href="http://www.claridges.co.uk/home/home.asp">Claridge's Hotel</a>. Coffee, watch out!</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKa8xCq2m2BLXagx2ffbzRtawRaMf6IhtsyqUBBbmhLSukvJ8ycEulyuygi5mO_vpdFv0Gq4jZAhd6pN5fd9acrXcookNFjtWlh7Y9BZdwrev-KCV0KhBFxPNEQE4gyQMjQSB9dgGkAk/s1600-h/DSC00336.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102360562471339554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="232" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrKa8xCq2m2BLXagx2ffbzRtawRaMf6IhtsyqUBBbmhLSukvJ8ycEulyuygi5mO_vpdFv0Gq4jZAhd6pN5fd9acrXcookNFjtWlh7Y9BZdwrev-KCV0KhBFxPNEQE4gyQMjQSB9dgGkAk/s320/DSC00336.JPG" width="320" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhNN_zuSCSukmJaxLqTMI0t1NijfV7Z9VvX7jEzycFm7XWnv_DGK9C9ZNKukOUwJg5qPdeUb7j8AKFhSt4gAMJNjQKSGxhENykV9JekdbVhdIymjXRdZuztQg4OyhfNdbEZoEhBGqsaY/s1600-h/DSC00331.JPG"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102360729975064114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="228" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhNN_zuSCSukmJaxLqTMI0t1NijfV7Z9VvX7jEzycFm7XWnv_DGK9C9ZNKukOUwJg5qPdeUb7j8AKFhSt4gAMJNjQKSGxhENykV9JekdbVhdIymjXRdZuztQg4OyhfNdbEZoEhBGqsaY/s320/DSC00331.JPG" width="306" border="0" /></span></a>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-690904956179658327.post-7125938984624198572007-08-22T10:14:00.000+01:002008-11-14T06:41:16.761+00:00Halcyon Days<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My family has always been international. My extended family lives all over the world, and my nuclear family is rarely all in the same place at the same time. At one point we were all in completely different places, several time zones from each other. For example, when I worked in Thailand, I used to call my parents early on a Sunday morning, and they would be answering early on a Saturday evening.</span><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Right now my sister and her family are living in Japan. So we don't get to spend much time together. We tend to meet up in the summer and at Christmas. As I sit here on a dreary weekday morning, I am remembering the fun times we had this summer...</span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102336300201084402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3K7xX6-JhvkCVvCWX22RCNThGtg2Zze0K7lhYHjGPR5zxcBdX0F_608JwfQRiGTSw1yknGLYsrfmFAsBYxR5doo2ID-zh2YCA6IZn6mjnl1_4KiQlup8G4Teqc0tiPnfAt_KVAnM1_g0/s320/DSC00306.JPG" border="0" /> <div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">For almost the entire two months that he was here, my nephew insisted on calling me "Ganma". I would say, "Aunty", encouragingly. He would just look at me and repeat "Ganma". When I asked him if I looked like grandma, he nodded emphatically, "Yes". As though I'd asked the world's most stupid question. Okay, then...</span></div>TussahSilkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02434538085855942736noreply@blogger.com0