That was the trip that was(n't)

 

had a great night out with fellow Rowanettes on Friday - and got to see The Ring - elegant and sophisticated, just like the wearer :0)

Knitting was done, please note Mr India, and even a spot of crochet. The wine consumed had nothing to do with the cancellation of yesterday's trip to The Gate Inn - believe me, nothing as minute as a tiny hangover would've got between me and a meal at t'Gate.

This post could easily have been named 'The Incompetent Knitter'. Brier is at it again. Look There I was, doing what us knitters love best, the seaming at the end, when something was brought kicking and screaming to my attention. Despie lots of care (!) I managed to have one of the fronts longer from armhole to shoulder than it should be. No manner of easing was going to make more than an inch disappear. I couldn't face yet more re-knitting, so I've decided to have myself a Kitchener party. Careful calculation informs me that I need to make 8 rows disappear. I'll be counting carefully, ever so carefully.

Paloma has gone to the frog pond. I just wasn't feeling the love. And only too soon this little imp was whispering in my ear 'That's gonna look like s***' 'Remember Knitter's Rule Number 1 - only knit what you truly love'. So. I listened and soon all that could be heard was rrrrriiiiiiiippppp .

One final thought. Having decided accidentally at last to avail myself of the spell check, why on Earth would anyone dream of replacing 'Knitter's' with 'Janitor's' ? Answers on a postcard.....