What's for dinner, darling?
All's well that knits well... .....and I'm not talking about that nylon/acrylic mix that you found at the bottom of the remainder bin at your local bargain basement. Knitting is life, life is knitting! Herein you will find the random musings of a self-confessed yarn snob.
I have a horrible feeling that it's all gonna end in tears....
Labels: knitting on the edge of my seat
The kind of day when you spend ages creating a post - uploading pictures, finding links, writing out recipes/patterns, that kind of thing.
Then Blogger eats the post
It's the kind of day when you go to make some toast - and you burn it
The sort of day that finds you heading to the bread bin - and realising that you just burnt the last of the bread....
Oh well, back to the drawing board. The Last Post has gone - goodbye, farewell, I may try to resurrect your glory on the future.
Looks pretty gross, right? And it was actually, MR India said
he would divorce me if I ever did it again would I please not boil up coffee grounds when he is in the house.
So, what I have actually been doing is trying to dye yarn with coffess grounds. Apparently coffee contains a natural mordant, so 'all' you need to do is boil the saved up grounds for a couple of hours, strain the liquid off and then boil your fibre in it for an hour or so.
The big challenge now will be to rinse the coffee out without felting the fibre. To this end, I am letting the fibre cool completely so it won't get the kind of nasty shock that makes all of the scales cling to each other in fright.
Another problem is going to be those little coffee grounds that escaped when I was filtering. But then, these little hiccups are 'part of the irregularities that add to the charm of a handcrafted product.' Right?
Now, I'm going to leave it up to you guys to decide which of the two is the best :0) She does have one knitty-gritty problem, though. What to do about maternity leave cover? So, she is on the lookout for someone to help part time in her shop, Fankle.
So, what are you waiting for - pop on over and check it out.
It's all about size at the moment, or so it would seem. Isn't that the cutest little espresso maker? I've got a 6-cup espresso gadget, but I usually want just one shot to put into a large mug of hot milk and this fits the bill nicely.
Why did I put a butter dish in the 'composition'? Just becasue I wanted to, ok?
Anyway, moving along, there has been another FO. Yeh, I know, there's no pictorial evidence. You'll just have to trust me.... I finished another Tithe , but this time in Rowan Summer Tweed. Strangely, this time the garment feels too short. Happily, I have an extra skein (no, not the one in the different dye lot that I used in error for a sleeve...) so I plan to unpick it at the bottom and knit on a couple of inches. Neat, huh?
So in flavour terms I think I will have to be 'Tiger tail' or Chilli Chocolate - i.e not to everyone's taste..... We've all been there - your innocent comment that you're '... not sure I agree with X's policy on green issues' somehow becomes translated into 'You are a complete a***** who can't form words of even one syllable and wouldn't know an emerald green policy if it jumped up and sludged you in the face!!!!!
So, c'mon - what flavour of knitter are you. And why? India PS And I think I am gonna tag some people with this......so, Heather, Kathleen, Elaine, Lilith consider yourself tagged - and go ask someone else 'What flavour of knitter are YOU?'
So, I'm swatching for this camisole, the pattern being available from Get Knitted. In time I plan to knit this pattern in this yarn. Believe me, the photo doesn't do this Fyberspates silk yarn justice. It positively glows. But I'm stashbusting, so I had to 'make do' with some cashmere instead....it's a hardship, but sometimes one has to suffer for one's art....
Once upon a time, a violin tutor paid fortnightly visits Chez India. She was a nice tutor. She was co-habiting. She had a little bit of a 'tummy'....
Now, India wasn't completely stupid. She had an amusing conversation with Mr India about the pitfalls of congratulating women on their 'pregnancy'. She wasn't going to go within 5 miles of 'there'.
India had also spent some time pondering over the way a woman's body becomes public property when she is pregnant, remembering with particular wrath the way complete strangers and sundry others would come up and pat her tummy (.... bet you can see where this is headed)
So, what India would like to know is - 'WTF made her reach out, spontaneously, and pat the nice violin lady's tummy?'
As I live and breathe, I don't know who was more shocked. I am a cringing, crimson heap as I relive this. And what about the poor tutor? Look at it from her point of view. In a (very!!!) strange woman's house. Being touched - what the hell was going on? Was I coming out? Was I inviting her to a 3-in-a ....no, not going there.
No, I had simply acted on an uncontrolled impulse to 'congratulate' her on her pregnancy.
But it gets worse, just when you think it probably couldn't. Being aware of how inappropriate it was to have touched her, 'pregnant' or not, and not wanting to add further insult to sheer terror, I got the JCB out and really started digging. Instead of 'fessing up to the real reason, I started gabbling on about me being on a diet, and.. and..and...well, you get the picture.
We both endured a very uncomfortable 30 min lesson before she scuttled off. Man, I was in a cold sweat by this time. My son and his friend were in the house - they really did roll about the floor when I told them.
In the end, I decided that even though it risked more offence, I was better off telling the truth. My tutor, thankfully, didn't bat an eye and she taught me for a few months until I could no longer
face the embarrassment afford the lessons.
Which just makes me wonder - given that she was so unfazed, what the hell else had happened to her when she tutored at other folks' houses????
And me - whenever I see a 'pregnant' woman, I sit on my hands!
Labels: moments to make your hair curl
Appointment with a cardiologist today - seems it is likely that my chest pain is...chest pain. i.e. cardiac related as opposed to intercostal cramp. I'm not surprised, since painful as IC cramp is, the pain in my chest has been something else.
Next steps - waiting for appointment for 5-day cardio tape to try to catch my heart misbehavin'. Then hopefully having caught said misbehaviour, treat it with non-lipid soluble betablocker. The kind that doesn't get into the brain and cause confusion and horrific nightmares. And it will treat my high BP - which has also been a cause for concern.
In the meantime, on with my current assignments and not much time for knitting ;0( Hope y'all have a good weekend. India