Oh no! I did it again. I do intend to post more often than monthly, but I've been pretty busy and the days just whizz by without me realising how long it's been. My husband gives me sporadic updates as to how long it's been since I've written anything, and often tells me that I should post about the boring things as well as the more interesting. The boring things are, however, really quite boring and I suspect my little readership might desert me altogether if I were to regale the world with tales of daily life.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
The man who mistook his wife for a blogger.
Thursday, January 01, 2009
2009.
Happy New Year!
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Shades of grey.
I think that I have subconsciously been colour-theming the knitting I've got planned. I suspect that perhaps I've been unduly influenced by the colour the sky in London has been recently.
Monday, November 24, 2008
In which I become slightly more organised.
A few months ago I was drinking tea at Philippa's and she showed me the beautiful DPN case that Elli had made her as part of a swap. Obviously I knew I wouldn't be able to make anything quite as neat and perfectly put together as that one, but I rather liked the idea of having something so pretty in which to keep one's needles.

Thursday, November 20, 2008
Finishing and starting.
I finished my Travellers Stockings! (Finally.)
I started them way back when... I think it was September. With my apologies for the badly lit photos (it's getting dark SO early these days...), here they are.

On account of the not-so-hot photos, you can't really see what a beautiful pattern this is. There's a patterned cuff and then a twisted stitch cable all the way down the side. These socks fit *really* well, too. I knew they would because I already have a pair which my mum made for me a couple of years ago now, maybe even more. They fit me perfectly and have lasted really well. Let's hope these do the same!
Here's the lowdown...
Pattern: Traveller's Stockings from Nancy Bush's Knitting on the Road. No mods.
Yarn: Tanis Fiber Arts sock yarn, in Royal Flush, bought at The Loop Craft Cafe in Halifax.
Needles: 2mm Knitpicks metal DPNs
Verdict: I now have warm and happy feet. The socks fit perfectly and were fun to make. Once you get past the cuff it's fairly plain sailing too, so it's a nice combination of something a bit complicated and something fairly quick (well, they're quick as long as you don't, like, abandon them halfway through....ahem).
As soon as I finished these off I wanted to cast on for a new pair of socks... something vaguely seasonal in colour, and in a not-too-tricky pattern so hopefully they won't take too long. I picked out my Sundara sock yarn in Spiced, a beautiful pumpkin orange, and decided to be very unoriginal and knit the 7,291st pair of Monkey socks on Ravelry. 
I think that the reason I picked out this yarn from my drawer was perhaps subconsciously because I had just baked some pumpkin scones, after reading the recipe on one of my favourite new blogs. 
These are awesome. Perfect for lunchboxes or a quick snack on the go. I messed around with the recipe, as I tend to.... so that I don't forget for next time, here's what I did:
* I mashed up a banana and used that to replace some of the butter called for
* I made up the remainder of the 'butter' with low fat olive oil spread
* I also only used half a cup of sugar, so less than half the amount mentioned in the recipe. They still taste pretty sweet to me, probably because of the banana.
* I used all milk, no half and half.
* I had no cranberries, so used raisins instead.
Yum!
Monday, November 17, 2008
Toasty
I always love peering through the Toast catalogue and wishing it were more compatible with my lifestyle and my bank balance! I liked these in the catalogue but for some reason it didn't occur to me to make my own. Toasty is more of an idea than a pattern, and a very good one at that. It's just a tube, with a thumb added on to one side. You can work it in whichever yarn you choose, at whichever gauge you prefer, and make them longer or shorter to fit your own hands.
When I saw the version on Leslie's blog I was immediately taken with it, and especially loved the tweed version. I had a ball of grey felted tweed which had been floating around my bookshelf for ages, so I cast on some time last week, and I just finished the second mitten off today. The actual knitting time was minimal... I guess you could finish a pair in an evening or two, if you're lucky enough to have a couple to spare!
Pattern: Toasty
Modifications: I cast on 38 stitches and used 15 for the thumb, and these fit me just the way I wanted them to.
Needles: 3.75mm Knitpicks metal DPNs
Yarn: Rowan Felted Tweed, shade 132. About three-quarters of a skein or so.
Verdict: LOVE. Lovelovelovelovelove. I'm really glad I used a DK weight yarn for these - they are warm without being too stiff and woolly, if you know what I mean? If you haven't already made a pair, you should. I'm contemplating more in a finer weight yarn - perhaps laceweight held double?
Ravelry project page here.
P.S. Do you like my mug? It's my new favourite. Tim gave it to me a month or so ago - he went on a trip with work to somewhere that I really wanted to go, but couldn't really take the time off to go with him, so he brought some things back for me, including this.
I've had various Emma Bridgewater mugs over the years. They're the perfect size, and (more elusively) the perfect shape. I used to be particularly attached to my hearts mugs. I started off with two, which were a gift, and then one broke when we were moving. I was sad, it was replaced, but then some months later, the first one of the original pair broke as well. From then on, I can't really remember the exact sequence of events, but anyway, each of these beloved mugs that I've owned has ended up in more than one piece, and repairs have never been particularly successful or longlasting. So I've ended up with a sad little parade of identical broken mugs. There are missing handles, lengthy cracks, and large fragments chipped off here and there, but I'm keeping them all. They serve as cautionary tales and penpots. I still do really rather like them, but I'm hoping that the black-headed gull mug will not be joining its cousins for some time!
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Wish I was there.
It's been a little while. Oops. Actually, it's been a longer while than I'd realised. I'm never going to be one of those bloggers who has time not only to post every day, but to actually have something knitting related to post about every day... but even considering this, it's still been ages. Despite the long interlude, I've got an embarrassingly small amount of knitting to show, so I think I'll aim to pull my (knitted) socks up a little bit, and post when I've finished something. I've just ordered the new Nancy Bush book and apparently it's not going to be here for a couple of weeks, so hopefully I'll have finished enough things to actually cast on for one of the new patterns when it finally arrives....
It's grey and cloudy here today - real London weather. It looks like it might start drizzling at any moment. Last week we had a lovely snap of properly cold weather - it was crisp and clear and utterly freezing and I enjoyed it very much. Now we're back to the usual wishy-washy non-weather that England gets so much of. So I'm remembering the time we spent somewhere rather warmer and brighter this summer.
We had around about three weeks in Portugal in the second half of our summer travels. We spent some time in Lisbon, and some time in Ericeira - a small fishing village just up the coast from Lisbon, which is known for having good surfing. That's why we went.
In Ericeira, we had rented a tiny little one-storey house, right by the beach. It was perfect - we had a lovely terrace overlooking the sea, where we spent most of our evenings. We went to the market, we cooked fresh fish, we drove around the local villages and countryside a little, and wet to the beach a lot. We both did lots of reading, Tim went surfing and I knit.
We spent a lot of time admiring the view from the terrace.

We watched the local men who came down very day to watch the ocean and talk.
Ericeira itself is a picturesque white-washed Portugese village. The streets are tiled in white, and the combination of the glinting tiles, clean white buildings and often-cloudless blue sky was quite something. There were flowers all over the place and many of the street signs were blue and white painted tiles. It was such a relaxing place to be.
Most days we had wonderful weather, but there were a couple of very windy days. We did brave the beach for a bit, and it was lovely and empty, but the direction of the wind was not so good for surfing. Or reading, or knitting, for that matter. It was still really beautiful though.

All in all, it was a wonderful spot.
Lisbon was one of those cities that's a bit overwhelming at first. First up, it was incredibly hot. I mean, really, really hot. We were there in August, so it wasn't surprising really. But seriously - it was so hot! Neither of us fare particularly well in very hot weather, but luckily we had enough days there that we could explore it at a leisurely pace, with plenty of rest stops and lazy afternoons drinking coffee and reading. Lisbon has an interesting history, too. It's built on seven hills, and most of the city was destroyed in the enormous earthquake in 1755, so the vast majority of Lisbon dates from just after this period. This obviously means that most of the city was all built at the same time rather than evolving slowly as cities which date back this far historically tend to do. The newer parts of the city are beautiful - the Baixa is the central district, and it's laid out in a perfect grid structure, which makes it much easier to navigate than many European cities! It's very grand and impressive. But the Alfama district, which survived the 1755 earthquake, was the best bit of Lisbon - it's a residential area filled with steep, narrow passageways with washing lines crossing the street and people scurrying around; it really feels like you're stepping back in time when you go there. 

There are viewpoints (miradoures) at the tops of the hills, which provide beautiful views of the city. I really thought that the light in Lisbon was amazing.

We walked almost everywhere, but for those who aren't so keen on hills, there are these very sweet little old trams, with leather seats and straps to hold onto, and rickety-looking wooden window-frames. A single fare will get you from the bottom of the hill to the top! 
We really loved Lisbon - it was such an atmospheric and beautiful place to explore. The Portuguese were so friendly, and the food was really good. We stayed right in the centre of Lisbon. Every morning I would watch this guy in the house opposite water his plants. 
And there was a cafe-bar right next door.
There were so many pretty things to see as you walk around Lisbon - the city centre all seemed so well tended, and loved. It felt like a place where people lived. It's not a major business centre at all, which I think probably makes a huge difference.

One day we took the tram out to Belem which is another bit that survived the earthquake, a little further out of town. The reason you go to Belem is ostensibly to see the monastery and tower and so on (pictures are in the mosaic just below...), but really, it's to sample a Pastel de Belem (Belem cake). These are always described as tiny little egg custard tarts. Now, I'm not usually a big fan of custard tarts. Pastry's not really my thing. But this pastry was like nothing I've ever had before - it was so crisp and sweet and buttery, and it went perfectly with the rich vanilla filling. I think comparing these little morsels to egg custard tarts is distinctly misleading - I very nearly didn't even have one! How sad that would have been.

I miss Portugal! I'd like to go back there some day. Probably not to the same places - we don't tend to do that, really, just because there's so much to see in the world. But I loved so much about the country, the way of life, and the people, and I'd love to return, perhaps to the north of the country, and also to the Azores.
For now though, I'm making do with grey London. Which isn't such a bad place to be, really.
P.S. I'm going to join with almost everyone I know and express massive happiness and not a small amount of relief about the headlines this morning.


































