For whom the wind blows...

 

Man, it's blowing a gale here - again. I am off work at the mmoment following some hospital treatment and I don't think I have ever been so glad to be in the house. Poor Mr India, despite being very unwell, has struggled into work to give a lecture. I sure hope his students appreciate the time and effort that he puts in for them.

I, meanwhile, as well as recuperating, am doing some reading for my never-ending post grad thingy. And working on my Gaelic course, which is currently busting my a**. Mainly because I do not have the time to devote to it that I need. Gonna have to try to reschedule things. I think I can squeeze in an extra coupla hours between midnight and 1.00am - that should do the trick

There has been some knitting - look In fact, this is actually evidence of three hats. The first was a little Noro number, the same as the braided on e at the bottom. HAd it a week and lost it. HAt number 2 is at the top - a cheap little number made from Twilleys Freedom Spirit, held double. That was ok until I lost the second ball before I could finish the hat.... Enter hat the third. Compeleted here- NOt such a good pic, but you get the idea. The knitting on the right is Sorrel from the current Rowan magazine. It started out in life as Myrna but I was having some problems and just gave up the ghost. My concentration is so bad at the moment (evidenced by the losing of things) that I can't be bothered if I can't fix things easily. Having said that,Sorrel has been up and down like the London Stock Exchange.

Hope all our North American knitting folk have had a good Thanksgiving, whether it was celebrated in October or November. Roll on Christmas.

Wish me luck....

 

....this is a bit cryptic. But I am hoping for something wonderful. Maybe, just maybe, some of you could put a few good wishes out into the ether. Who knows what effect it might have? I'll let you know in a few weeks if it worked, India

I should cocoa...

 

Doc: Nurse, I don't know if we're gonna be able to save her
Nurse: Bp's falling, tachycardia increasing. Knitters Coma Scale......oh, my - it's at three broken DPNS...
Doc:Get the stash team - NOW! Rapid Response!!!
Nurse:I think her dye lot's out.....
Doc: Don't give up so easy - get that acrylic s*** away from her. Quickly, put some alpaca into her hands - it's all we can do till the Stash team gets here.look, they're here, and what's that....? Thanks be to Higher Knit - they've got it.
Sister Stash: Here it is - 5 balls of Rowan Felted Tweed - shade 143 Cocoa!
Nurse: She's stabilising. Look - back up to 2 Addi Turbos already.
Doc: Great work Stash Team - how'd you do it.
Sister Stash - well, it was a close call, but word got out - Twelfthknit's vitals began to drop yesterday, when she realised that (hushed whisper)...she hadn't enough yarn to finish the project... we knew it was going to be fatal when lot number 153 was all that JL had available....
Nurse: you mean...
Sister stash - yep, I do, the shade also known as 'Chocolate Flavoured...'
NUrse: And you know Twelfthknit - these poor imitations just won't do!
Doc: So, who came to her rescue?
Sister Stash: Get Knitted - who else?

Not created equal, but we can all be a pain in the a**

 

There is a lot going on in society just now about equality and inclusion. And I agree with it. I won't bore you with the details, but let's just say my childhood was certainly not the epitome of opportunity.

From what I have read, and been told, there are all sorts of stereotypes associated.... I'm stuck here. I don't want to give offence, some people I know are happy to be 'disabled', some are not. Some people regard themselves as 'wheelchair users', some do not. I guess what I 'm saying is, there is so much political correctness that meaningful dialogue is almost impossible. Don't apply labels - erm, ok. I'm a knitter. That's a label. Labels are ok if they're ok with the labelee. But just what is ok?

Where am I going with all of this? I count myself as being very fortunate, although I live with chronic pain. I would not wish to have to use a wheel chair, or have a visual impairment. I am fortunate and I would like every person on the planet to have equality of opportunity. Surely, though, equality shouldn't be sugar coated. If not able-bodied, or are otherwise 'different' and you're a pain in the a**, you should expect to be told so? As I commented recently, when I was depressed I was a real pain in the a*** - I don't know if that has changed any! Being depressed might explain behaviour, but being explainable doesn't make it acceptable. Beyond an individual's own limits of tolerance, why SHOULD unacceptable behaviour be accepted?

If you have a comment which you would like to put forward in a reasonable fashion, please do. If you want to simply rant, do it on your own blog.

Normal service might be resumed.....

 

.....when India feels a darn sight better.

I, Mr India , am risking life and limb being near the invalid. As if this isn't enough I have decided to interupt the normal broadcasting schedule to report on an almost fatal calamity. (Never mind that this is my break, I am fainting with hunger and want my lunch- she's been twittering on about this for days, so this seems to be the only way to ensure I get some peace once this migraine has passed....come to think of it, maybe this is the cause of the migraine - I know how seriously you knitters take your sport.)

This looks like a broken cocktail stick to me. India assures me that if a replacement can't be found, there is a real threat to world peace and harmony - well, mine anyway. (I reckon that she broke it deliberately so she can claim a valid reason for not knitting sock number 2....but don't tell her that).

Still haven't solved the broken stick problem, but maybe you folks can send enough TLC that the migraine will pass, the needle can be given a decent send off and I can get rid of the ear plugs.....

RIP.......STR

 

Give 'em an inch, and they'll take a mile. This sorry sight is the result of trusting these two miscreants

Butter wouldn't melt, huh?

I think he's still talking to me...

 

Mr India, that is. Just finished the very last part of the case study, frantically hunted around for that *&@("$& reference that I couldn't find, tried to remember that if it was anyone's fault it wasn't mine his.....and emailed the damn thing. I need to hand in two hard copies, it isn't electroninc submission. But just in case anything goes quince-shaped tomorrow...(and the way things are going, it's possible....)...the assignmebt is over, finito, ended, done, gone yada yada yada

Thank you, SP

 

Hey, I got a lovely surprise today, an e-card form my Secret Pal.

It was MUCH appreciated :0)

Not tablet.

 

I don't know what it is, but non-Scots seem to have a problem with tablet. Well, with describing it, anyway. As I screeched gently reminded Mr India when he was on the 'phone to his mum, tablet is most definitely NOT fudge.

If I say so myself, I make great tablet - all thanks to my mum, of course. We only ever use butter - non of that margarine nonsense, thank you very much. And grainy, sugary tablet? Not here. We make sure every single grain of sugar has disolved before it is brought to a rolling boil. And do I need a fancy sugar thermometer? Course not - I just boil it until it has reached the the soft ball stage . Neat, huh?

And here it is, ready to be eaten once it has properly cooled. Going to take some into work tomorrow for my colleagues - hope they like it (or rather, hope they don't and then I'll just have to bring it all back...)

a mere detail

 

I still have to do the case study - BUT THE BLOODY ASSIGNMENT IS DONE!!!!!!

Fibre arts dialects

 

Crochet - I just don't get it. Not as in can't do it, 'cos I can, but as in 'Why do people love it so?'.

One of the ladies at the Big Knit Out - link later, I'm in a rush - is well into crochet. And very skilled she is, too. And she makes great garments. But I still don't understand how folk feel the love for it the way I do with knitting.

While I speak many fibrearts languages, I obviously never learnt this particuluar dialect