one of those weeks



I had a bit of a pity-party early this week brought on by a feeling that my body was being a bit, well, disappointing.

As mentioned it has arthritis already, it’s prone to migraine, has had a brush with diverticular disease, still harbours a patch of two of psoriasis and is currently trying it on with a bunch of menopause symptoms. Then a few weeks ago a blood test revealed a sky-high cholesterol reading and some liver enzyme results that got me an early booking for an ultra-sound of said organ. A rather censorious woman gave me a good going over and suggested that my liver was on the fatty side of things. I assume that, like me, she’d read the NHS page where a fatty liver was frequently due to alcohol abuse or obesity – she must have noted my lack of chubs and reached an unfavourable conclusion about my drinking habits. In vain I protested that my cholesterol was the culprit, she’d already given me up as a dipsomaniac.

My too too solid flesh has thus resulted in my lifestyle being shaken up big time: no more fatty foods, no drink, weight loss on the cards and a whole bunch of nope. No chocolate, no sausages, severely restricted eating, a handful of drugs to take and a diagnosis of no fun until I’m thin.

So I have given myself permission to say “yes” to the odd purchase: a bit of yarn for sure and maybe some ego-boosting clothes (in smaller sizes? Maybe). #nobuyzone will recommence once my cholesterol is down and my mood is up!

Knitting news: the second sock from the bad ball of yarn has been cast on, the gloves are still on hold, the shawl has been frogged and the Carbeth cardigan may well join it (the tension was ok when I did a square, with a small question mark against the rows per centimetre, but since it’s now big enough for me and someone else, I suspect that I may have to bite the bullet, frog and try again. It’s a good job I like the pattern). I have ordered some more yarn to ensure that I can finish it at an improved tension and I might have accidentally acquired some rather delicious WYS sock yarn – this and this – at the same time….. but see above)

Project review

Now that Winter is on the retreat again (I hope….) I thought it was a good time to review the state of the making.

Finished projects:

Carbeth 2 got wrapped up, the everlasting socks made it over the finishing line.

IMG_4181In the non-knitting categories I made a patchwork quilt and concluded that the only place for it was on the sofa in my workspace, and it only ‘goes’ there because the conservatory is a jumble of mis-matched and random cast-aways from other rooms and houses with no meaningful overarching theme… But it’s cosy.


I finished the Q and U for my graphic alphabet too (a hand-drawn pen and pencil project that I started in the shop as something or other to fill the hours that grew into a proper ‘thing’), but it turns out that I have missed out the W – I can give you ‘love’ and ‘hope’, and I can now ask a ‘question’, but I can’t ask ‘why’ …..

New projects

Well obviously I’ll have to sit down and finish off that ‘W’ at some point, but knitting-wise…

I started another pair of socks (possibly because I was giddy with relief after finally nailing the everlasting pair), finished one in two nights, found that the ball was a horrible mess of knots and disaster winding. Sorted out same, re-wound it (then found I’d rewound it in the wrong direction) rewound it again and then, for some reason my enthusiasm for the the project had evaporated.

With winters grip tightening, I started a pair of mittens to keep out the beast from the east – which has now gone back to Siberia, taking with it my interest in mittens….

Then there is this…bad bad shawl. Naughty bad pattern. Lovely yarn (from Countess Ablaze) but horrible horrible pattern. *sad face.

So…. with a heavy heart I bought yarn (I know, I know) and I’m now banging out a Carbeth cardigan …..and I don’t care.

I also did a week of unselfish sewing for my mum’s holidays, finished a spot of embroidery and made a couple of t-shirts for myself, so all in all it’s been productive, but if the knitting was getting a report card it would say…..‘must try harder’.