Finally, some knitting

It's been a long slog but I finally finished the petal shawl from elann.com. Here it is unblocked.

Now here is where we get to a funny story. I finished it and so I decided to block it. Ok so far? So, I pinned it out on our spare bed because it is too big for the table. So anyway, it covers most of the bed. Then I sit back and take it easy - watch babylon 5, drink water, paint my nails etc etc. Pooch phones and he's pretty drunk and incoherent but says he'll be home soon. Hah! I go to bed and then at about 1.15am arrives....the Pooch. Oh yes. And here we go....

P: BYRNE, Byrne, Byrne, Poor Pooch, Byrne.
A: Good grief. Come to bed.
P: Oooo noooooooo (nooooo, noooo, nooooo in voice of emperor paletine in star wars)
(Cue various stumblings etc)
A What are you up to?
P: Oh dear Byrne. I think.... poor Pooch. Think I shoud sleep in the other room.
A: No Pooch, you have to sleep in here because of the shawl I'm blocking.
P: Byyyyrrrrrnnnnnnneeeee.
Now this is where I should have got my camera out and recorded the performance because it was prime Pooch. He lay there on his back with his paws in the air making a mixture between groaning and wailing noises - the kind of sound casper would have made had he grown up into a ghosty adult and had a hard night on the diamond white. He was adament that he couldn't sleep in the same bed as me. By this time I am out of bed and stumbling around trying to get him to undress. Anyone ever tried to undress a drunken adult male who keeps slipping in and out of consciousness and who has done his belt up in such a secure manner that not even julian clary could get in there? I had to NEGOTIATE with this drunken nutter just so he could go to bed without his jeans on.

He's still determined to sleep in the spare room so I lay a single duvet over my precious (and damp) shawl and tell him to lie on top of that. I tunr my back for 2 seconds and a drunken pooch is now semi naked and lying right on top of my damp shawl with the single duvet over him. I got to admit I started laughing. Getting him off the shawl was complicated by the fact it was pinned out and he was (thank god really) wearing his underpants. Cue humourous scenes of Pooch with snagged pants. And me laughing some more.

Strangely the shawl survived the night and the morning found it in an awful lot better shape than the Pooch. Here it is wrapped round me in snuggly wonder.

It took a whopping 11 balls of rowan cashsoft aran so was an expensive project but it is pretty lovely and should keep me warm on the plane to....AMERICA. Oh yeah, I leave on tuesday morning. So I know what you're thinking, "What knitting is she going to take with her?".

Well.

Do you remember this bad boy?

It was going to be Rob's xmas present but this is the back so far so it's not exactly going quickly or to schedule. Anyway, this is what I'll be taking with me. Plus maybe some socks. Just for variety.

Yes, I have been doing much research into philadelphian wool shops and frankly it's good news. I am very excited! Plus I ordered a load of stuff from elann and am getting it delivered to the hotel so no crazy postage or customs charges - hoorah!

So just a couple more bits to catch up on before Dr Who kicks off.
1. Respect my t-shirt.... remember gangster knitting by tom and doug? Well this is the photo from it.

2. Respect my bed covers. I just can't get enough polka dots.


Ok, got to go as now Dr Who has actually begun. Will post again before I depart!

Man Utd and cushions

Let's try this as I've seen it on a couple of blogs recently. This is manchester united not doing anything much.


Yeah, so my one time appearance at a football match was on the occasion of possibly their most boring match of the season where they appear to have thrown away any chance of winning the title. Anyway, all done now.

Apart from that we had a lovely weekend and spent saturday exploring hebden bridge. Which is where I came across Attica.

I've seen their ads in magazines plenty of times but hadn't remembered where they actually were so was a really nice surprise. Was a good shop with lots of the usual debbie bliss, rowan and noro. Plus some british breeds stuff so I am afraid I did splurge on a pack of blue faced leicester dk which is lovely and soft. Am thinking maybe tubey? Although might be too hot. I'll see. Means I must reset my counter!

Pooch's mum gave me an easter egg half filled with white and dark bunnies and eggs which was very much appreciated! When I unwrapped the egg (the contents disappeared on the train back) it had this lovely pattern on which reminded me of some of the embroidery in my previous post.

I've been feeling unhappy about all the 4-ply I've been knitting recently so went for something chunkier when I got back. Got out 5 of the colours I had been doing the kaffe v-neck in and knitted the back of the cushion quickly. Was very satisfying seeing it grow so quickly so really must leave socks behind for a bit or will bore myself silly.

Here are the two bits together. I sewed up 3 edges and put a zip in the 4th and here we have the lovely cushion with the tape measure cunningly draped to hide the muck up in the middle where my three needle bind off missed a few stitches.

Today the Pooch and I are off to art4fun in west hampstead after careful negotiations. Pooch seems determined to paint a mug and I suspect it will be yellow as this is what he is mainly wearing today. I want a nice jug for cooling summer drinks and whatnot. We will see what turns up!

Pooch is/isn't ill (delete as appropriate)

Pooch rang me at lunchtime yesterday to tell me he was seriously ill and to stand by. He went off to the doc (private, female) and told her his list of woes and she told him he was coming down with pukka full-blown flu and should go to bed immediately and stay there for the duration. (She also asked him if he was depressed as he 'looked it'. A: He's from Manchester so this is his default face. B: Depressed people don't have to look depressed.)
So home he comes laden with paracetamol, juice and grapes plus some random medication the female gave him and hops into bed feeling all the symptoms he told the doc he had coming on. Evening falls. Pooch eats a hearty dinner of sausage and mash and goes to bed all happy. Moning breaks. Pooch sleeps in and waked up quite fine. Flu? I think not.

Now let me list the ways in which this has affected my life....

1. This is MY freaking holiday. It is not supposed to have a mangey Pooch sitting in the middle of it.
   
2. I was worried I might be contagious so didn't go to my knitting group making it THREE weeks in a row I haven't gone now.
3. I was unable to really ....play.... with all my wool because Pooch gets antsy about mess.
   
4. So I had to go out unexpectedly.
   

Anyway. I went out before he had felt able to declare himself a germfree zone and mooched about and didn't have fun and then came back to find him perfectly fine. (He maintains he is very achey....pah.)

On the plus side, I got a baby crochet pattern book out of it when he went merrily off to the supermarket to buy rancid fishcakes which he has just forcefed me. And the accompanyment? Lettuce..... with vinegar. Mmmm mm. Pooch is saying this is all lies but we know who tells the truth round here right?

Anyway, perhaps I do have just a tad of PMT but he is still a complete poo.

In other news, Flossie asked if I knew of any contemporary cross stitch kits. Let me draw your attention to this site. I found these when I went to that show at Olympia a few weeks back. But basically Black Sheep is a safe bet for having something to satisfy all tastes at a decent price - just bear with the site as it is a bit clumsy to surf but there are hundreds if not thousands to choose from and all well categorised.

In other other news, I have started the ewa sockwolle that Helen so lovelyly gave me. It knits up very nicely - I was worried it would be hard to knit because it is made up of a selection of thin strands but in fact its been fine except one strand seems to keep getting slack so I'm guessing that one's made of something different. But it's not a problem and I'm loving them. In fact, and if this doesn't prove I'm mad then nothing will, I am making these for Pooch. Not that he deserves them at all. Pooface. The camera is awol again or I would show you their loveliness.

Now for fear of boring you I must explain by pre-absence for the next few days with the news that I, Byrne, am to attend a Man Utd game in Manchester tomorrow. I agreed to this before Pooch revealed his true depravity of the past few days but I wish to assure you I will be knitting while their ugly players storm the field. Amen.

Secret Pal 8

Much to my own surprise I have signed up and requested a pal in the US. It was definitely getting that parcel from purl power that did it. I love post! I also love stuff like what I was doing today, even though it was raining.

It started with a lovely massage from Timo and he was all dumbfounded when I gave him the tiny knitted top. The baby is a girl and is due next Thurs so fingers crossed for them. Then a meander around covent garden. Stopped off at the cath kidston store. Man, I love that stuff. Bought some divine red spotted fabric napkins and some pink spot paper ones. Now this was wedding research you see, so doesn't count as real money. Meandered into a topshop and got some new jeans and some wicked bad red polka dot shoes with bows on the toes - so minnie mouse! Then off to the V&A for some lovely japanese kimonos and the textile gallery. Plus a gorg t-shirt with a trompe-oeil tape measure on it. Oooo, lots of fun stuff.

After all this moshing about has made me mighty sleepy so have changed my plans. No kew gardens tomorrow but a day of lovely sewing and knitting. Seems it's going to rain anyway so probably for the best!

OK, now for the photos....






This sock is knitted with basically one strand of sewing cotton. I always look at this stuff with my jaw dropped....but...they didn't actully have anything else to do.


Lace making has never been tried chez byrne...


And finally the cake these fair hands baked last night - sooooooo yummy. Yarnstorm's recipe for squidgy date cake.

This episode brought to you by the letter T

First let us begin with tuna..

You see Pooch left me to fend for myself for one evening. You know how if you don't use your muscles they waste away? Well the same has happened to me with survival skills. I knew I would be providing food for myself but I stupidly counted on there being bread at home or a tin of soup. So there wasn't any soup so I could see the bread and thought I'd have tuna maiyonnaaaiiissse sandwich. Yum. I used to live off these when I was younger. So I made the tuna mayo and got my bread ready for toasting. The bread has a large amount of mould on it. OK, let's not panic here. I do a quick search for any form of bread product and find none. I see a box of cheese biscuits in the cupboard and any port in a storm right? So I'm heading for an evening meal of tuna mayo and cheese biscuits. I reach for the box and la Poochy has put an empty box of cheese biscuits into the cupboard open end first so it looks like a pristine box. I don't even eat that much cheese. Anyway. Now I have slightly warmer tuna mayo and nothing NOTHING to eat it with. So I just go for it and start lapping up the tuna. Frankly, tuna mayo is a leetle bit boring and cloying by itself. So I'm desperately looking through the cupboards and my eye falls upon the chocolate digestives. Digestives - a savoury cheese type biscuit right? So I get a choc digestive, take a bite of tuna, take a bit of biscuit and....No. It didn't work. It really was as disgusting as it sounds.


So what with all of the bad food and busy work stuff I haven't had much time for blogging. I had a 3-hour PRINCE 2 practitioner exam on Friday too which didn't help and then a weekend in the country with a rather sulky Pooch. We had a good long talk though and have sorted a few things out.

While i was away a lovely surprise was delivered - Look!

Two lovely magazines and...

Isn't this amazing? I immediately went online to find out about it. Here is the site. Babelfish does a very good translation of it too. Machine washable and divine! Could there be a better present? All this is from Helen and I love it - thanks for being so fab xxx

I have had a couple of other parcels by post recently. A lovely box of variegated machine embroidery thread which I will be using on my placemats...

A wicked selection of fat quarters going to make up the placemats in part.

The placemats will be made from these strips in what I hope will prove to be a funky way. I'll keep you updated...

Finally, anyone care to guess what this is?

Yes, I have finally fallen to the depths of cross stitch and am guiltily rather enjoying it. Wish to reassure you I'm still knitting though - have done 3 socks and almost finished a 4th in the last two weeks. Will be turning to the ewa's wool for my next pair!

Am off on leave all this week so hopefully will be blogging more regularly. xx

Bootstrap's bootstraps

There's a bit in Pirates of the Carribean where they talk about how Bootstrap Bill got weighed down when they ties weights to his bootstraps and the other pirate murmers "bootstrap's bootstraps hur hur hur". I mention this because I have made a watchstrap. You see the connection....

So here you have my watch.

It is rubbish. Just the strap. The face is fine. So let us dispense with the strap and here it is:

I decided to make this one out of plaited wire.

So now I have a bracelet that's also a watch. I'm quite pleased with myself in case you can't tell which is why I'm blogging AGAIN and have taken so many pics.

While I was writing this a phonecall came in announcing the imminent arrival of a VERY drunk Pooch. Batten down the hatches.

There's a hole in my bucket

Tragedy has struck, readers. It's not often I'll be doing this but feast your eyes on this pic of my lillywhite ass.

Yes, my beloved jeans are losing structural integrity and exposing my elements to the elements. I love these jeans. I have loved them ever since their first outing on the golden jubilee weekend. But now they are leaving me thread by thread. Once I have the new sewing machine in my paws I will begin a rearguard action but until then I'm getting a patchy tan.

Blocked Lucinda's scarf last night and is all dry and lovely today. It is mobair mohair boucle in these lovely pinky shades. When I first attended ally pally (a mere two ago) I came across the mobair stand early and astonished myself by spending a whopping £18 on a skein of about 200g. This was an unheard of expense at the time but this is the third scarf I have got form that skein so it has turned out a bargain.

Keen eyed observers will notice a hint of the clapotis about it as it is knitted on the diagonal with double spaced rows every 8 or so rows. The blocking has brought out the detail really nicely.

Not wishing to lie idle I have done the foot of Lucy's first sock. These aren't for her birthday but are just a general gift - a pair each for her and Louise when I go down there towards the end of April. If I was a nutter I'd say I'd do a pair for their boyfriends too but I think I'll see how that goes.

The yarn is celestial merino from Gill at the woolly workshop (host of the byrne-wedding-knitlist). This particular colour keeps almost hurting my eyes. I once looked at a green laser (not directly, that would make you blind) that you couldn't see properly because the colour was saturating the receptors in your eyes. BoyAlex was doing an experiment with it and did actually explain it to me in physics words but they're long gone now. Anyway. The pink in this wool has the same effect on me as that laser did. But then Pooch thinks Lucy will love it so I am carrying on.

As you may have gathered from the chatty feel to this post I have again spent the whole day at home with no one to talk to other than you guys. Spent about 3 hours sleeping this afternoon and has left me feeling really disorientated. Am fine really apart from the 40-a-day coughing fits and incessant snoozing. Apart from anything else I have now missed 4 days out of the office including tues in bristol and only had 3 days in next week as I have the rest of the prince 2 training on thurs and fri next week so there might actually be a little bit of work for me to catch up on when I go back. Also not having gone in today means still no sewing machine. Which leaves me mildly concerned. I've already been sitting here watching tv and knitting for three days. Can I really take another two without going a tad stir crazy? The paint-your-own-pottery place is calling to me....

Ooooo Handbag

Yuck. I feel yuck. That Pooch....he's got a lot to answer for.

Have not managed to get much knitting done as I feel yuck. Would have been watching lousy films on video all day except Pooch unplugged the video about 2 months ago and despite repeated requests refuses to plug it back in because "It's easy - you can do it yourself". There is often this misunderstanding that because you have a physics degree you are 'good' with electrical appliances. This is what people with physics degrees do with wires. They tend to follow the same approach to plugging things in as the chef in the muppets does to cooking.

You know how he tends to err on the 'more is less' side of things and liberally fling flour and eggs around? Well physicists find something isn't working and think "Hmmm, there's an empty socket. Maybe if I plug this wire into it everything will work again." I don't do wires. I do cook a bit like the swedish chef though, which explains why lunch was nothing more adventurous than baked beans and frankly they haven't done much for the couped-up-waiting-for-the-happy-release-of-death atmosphere in here.

I have been thinking more about the whole bored/challenging thing and it doesn't make me exactly easy of mind. Let us take the Pooch as an example. Some people would say and many others would agree that life with Pooch follows a fairly simple equation..

Pooch = Challenging

He is a bit like a rubix cube where someone took all the stickers off and restuck them and now they're coming off a bit and there's 2 missing. BUT...could there come a time when I actually understand all the intricacies of the Pooch mind? I know he can't drink out of the randomly christened 'weed mug' and that he thinks things are going to hit him on the head all the time and that kermit is a god and computer games are not 'toys' and he can not leave the house without ironing his jeans and shoes have to co-ordinate with the shirt/t-shirt you are wearing and all of that. What if there's not that much left to learn? I talked to therapist louise about this at our last meeting and she told me about the 3/4 years cycle that relationships tend to get into where every 3/4 years there is a big doubt phase and re-evaluation and all that. Now Pooch and I sre due to marry 10 days after our third anniversary. Ooer. I'm not saying anything. I'm just saying is all.

Anyway, am feeling cold and coughy without my fluffy pink blanket. I'm pretty certain I'll never really 'get' Pooch completely so there's not actually anything to worry about. Pre-wedding nerves at 14 months? Weird.

Finished object and the lurgy

I have literally just this minute finished this little baby top for Timo's kiddywink.

I'm pretty pleased with it. The double stripe at the bottom and the appearance of the st st band were both, ahem, planned. Has anyone else ever done this? It was weird. I was talking to someone and looked down to find I'd done about 4 rows in st st instead of garter. Couldn't be bothered with unpicking so kept it in and made sure I did the same on the front panels.

I really like this pattern - it's from erika knight's simple knits for cherished babies and you knit it all in one and then sew up the sides.

Pooch has given me his manflu except it has obviously mutated and become painful on its way over to me. Have been in bristol all day on a business continuity workshop hence my earlier than usual bunking off. I was having a chat with sean the other day and was talking about how it was going and I announced my discovery. In order to find something interesting I need to find it difficult. Most things I don't consider difficult because it is just a matter of spending enough time on it. So its more of a patience issue. So what this means is that nothing is actually challenging unless you don't have enough time to learn the basics and produce something. So I need to do everything in very short timescales. Which would mean I'd be stressed and the likelihood of going mad again increases. SO. To summarise. I am going to be bored for many years to come. Or mad. It's a strange choice and perhaps requires a tad more thought.

Off to sneeze and work up hatred for Pooch and his mutated germs....

Why I do not exercise

Because it makes me feel so bloody awful. Been doing cardio stuff for 45 mins and feel absolutely disgusting. Anyway...

Have started a baby cardi for Timo, who is so wonderful at massages.

Two stripe purple which I thought was quite funky while not ommitting to any gender thing. This is some of the haworth stash. I have just reached a stage where I need a stitch holder and I swear these things are worse than stitchmarkers. This one looks like a massive baby pin. And it appears to be the only one I have left!


The sewing machine arrives tomorrow. Hoorah hoorah. Have a week off from 10th April so will be making it earn its keep that week.

Bought Pooch a rose at the weekend which is now looking purely wonderful.

We had a talk afterwards about buying things for people that they would actually want and appreciate but hey, I like it. Which is I guess the point of what he was saying.

Still feel like shit. I KNOW people say it will get easier with time but I've always loathed exercise and it never has in the past. God. Wretched exercise....

Olympia

The day didn't really start that well. As well as having to rush out for supplies for the man-flu-ridden-pooch I managed to leave without taking my pills. Got there in time for my first class which was 'crazy patchwork' where we made this card:

I didn't choose the design or the fabrics which are just not 'me' but I get the idea and that was the main point.

I was supposed to stay until 2.45 for a gilda baron painted landscape one but by half way through the patchwork my hand was shaking and I was finding it hard to concentrate. Made a beeline for the knitting area to say hello to Nic, Les, Tess, Yvonne, Fred et al and then looked around for the fabric area. Now the show was called "Stitch and Craft" so I thought there would be some sewing things, like fat quarters and had been really looking forward to choosing them. BUT turns out I hadn't paid enough attention and it was ALL cross stitch. And I mean ALL. There were about 3 knitting stands and some dodgy scrapbooking stuff upstairs but apart from that it was cross stitch central. And there are so many horrible cross stitch designs out there. I think I saw them all yesterday. So I went back home in my shakily dissappointed way. To be fair it did mention cross stitch all over the publicity stuff but why would they have pathwork classes if there wasn't going to be any fabric?

So I got back, medicated, and settled down for some online shopping. But do you know it's actually quite hard to buy fat quarters online? Either the places only sell half metres as min quantities or they had hardly any stock online (mail order only - how do they survive) or naff stuff. Eventually settled down to one store on ebay and this place www.cottonpatch.co.uk

Will show you the spoils as they arrive. What I did get at the show is these:


Finally the work on the brown jumper continues. Here is about 35cm of garter stitch. I've actually quite enjoyed it because I can just do it without thinking, but it's not that interesting to blog about.


Pooch now making disgusting noises on the beanbag so must go and tend to him. He is very high maintenance.

Public Apology

I am really sorry guys for being such a bad blogger. Has been period time here and with the pill cut down it has all made for a bit of a rollercoaster. Am hoping have got it sorted now.

In an effort to redeem myself here are a couple of snaps of this evening's adventure. You remember me mentioning a t-shirt with 'Mrs Pooch' written on it some time ago? I wore it at the engagement party 2 weekends ago and someone slopped red wine down my back. Stained pretty badly so rather than give up have been at it with fabric paint. Here's the 'new' back with all the stains covered up...

And here is the front in case anyone was curious!
Mut stop there as have a man down here - Pooch has self confessed man flu and is coughing rather impressively in the bathroom. He asked me today whether if he was made of wool and died would I knit him into a jumper? Then would I make sure to handwash it only and would I let anyone else wear it? The two of us are stupidly happy and in love at the moment. Which is always nice!

I'm too boring for my shirt

Can't remember whether I've shown this beforer but this is what happened to the kaffe fassett v-neck that was never meant to be. Doesn't it just say cushion cover to you?


The red and yellow socks need washing so I'm not going to photograph smelly socks. But I have refound the camera as you might be able to tell. I have started another pair of socks though for darling Lou and here they are.

This is in 'foxy lady' by...yes, i know....cherry tree hill. I know I know but this is my last indulgence as long as the celestial merino turns out well.

Finally I've done a crochet motif. Oh yes. Out of the 'starting crochet' book I bought about 2 years ago. For some weird rason it has cropped itself in a circle which I guess works. It is slightly septagonal after I accidentally did 2dc where 1 would have done on each corner. It was the first pattern I'd ever followed in crochet so I was quite happy with the turnout.


Wow, what a boring post. Sorry peeps.

Right, well.

Am having a bit of a camera block. I know where it is. I obviously know how it works. But for some reason I loathe the idea of using it. Weird huh? What this means is that I have finished my finest pair of socks yet in hand dyed red and yellow stripes but I can't photograph them. But here is an artistic impression:

Good huh? They are actually prettier than this but obviously I am being too gormless to do any better.

Well I'm in a stinker of a mood this morning. The great medication cut-down has been going really well but this weekend we have an added dose of PMT. And Mr Pooch, bless his smelly stinky feet, did come in at some ungodly hour last night and insist on waking me up to tell me the results of his man-to-man talk with Joe. And the thing is, he did tell me. Then he told me again. Then again. And then he seemed to think I hadn't quite got it so he old me again just in case. Then he summarised a couple of times.

Dude.

I wouldn't have minded, much, except a lot of it to my PMT saturated brain appeared to be along the lines of 'bad byrne'. This is all to do with the Louise-Joe thing. Apparently I have been egging them on too much. This is despite Pooch making it the main topic of conversation whenever we see each other (when Pooch and I see each other - all a bit weird really). In their drunken conflab last night they appear to have started out with "I've committed myself too early" from Joe with an occasional chorus of "uh huh uh huh" from Pooch to "She's the best, I want to boff her asap" with a chorus of "boop boop de boop" from a probably much drunker Pooch.

An example:
Pooch: Why byrne....why.....why.....why byrne?
Byrne: Why what you drunken fool?
Pooch: Why are you meeting Louise tomorrow?
Byrne: We've got things to talk about.
Pooch: No byrne. No.
Byrne: Yes
Pooch: No byrne. Byrne. Byrne! You need to leave them to it. You mustn't interfere.
Byrne: She asked me to go down you rancid idiot.
Pooch: No byrne. Poor Byrne. Poor Pooch.
Byrne: So why did you and Joe go out together tonight (leaving me on my own to eat tinned soup)? Wasn't it to talk about the two of them?
Pooch: But Byrne (at this point I accidentally nutted him on the nose with the back of my head while turning out of the inhalation line of his smokey arsed jumper and he then fell off the side of the bed where he was perched. He made a massive squawking noise and I turned on the light to see what the damage was, expecting blood and possibly brains. This caused more squawking and it turned out all that was wrong with him is that he didn't want the light on.)
Pooch (once more on the bed): It's not the same.
Byrne: Ok, fair enough (making hand gestures under the cover of darkness indicating my feelings on this amazing example of logic at its worst). Are you going to go to sleep now?
Pooch: I love you Byrne
Byrne: You'll love me even more when I'm well rested. Sleep time!
Pooch: Ok, but (and launches into one more repetition)

Dude.

Anyway, what else? Work has gone psycho with the most stressful day due to be either Monday or Tuesday this week. Basically if "it" doesn't happen on Monday "it" will happen on Tuesday. And if "it" doesn't happen at all then the repurcussions will start from Tuesday. And if "it" does happen "it" will directly impact on about 90% of my work and if "it" doesn't "it" will impact on 100% of my work. Nice huh?

This is byrne, 8.38 on a sunday morning with her second chocolate digestive already eaten signing off.

Life update

You know how I cut down another pill last Saturday and then haven't mentioned it since then? Well the fact is I basically forgot about it which is a good thing really because I wasn't being hyperaware of possible side-effects. But then when I found myself freaking out about not having a wedding dress (the wedding is 14 months away so this really is not a problem) and about to burst into tears on Oxford Street it did occur to me that maybe just maybe I was having a bit of a reaction. And sure enough when I got my mirror out (does everyone obsessively carry a mirror in their bag? I mean, what if you get an eyelash right?) and there I was with one pupil "normal" and one like a soup dish.

I'm not saying this is a failsafe diagnostic tool but I have consistently had weird dilation effects from any increase or decrease. It all looks a bit david bowie and small children do run away from me screaming for mother. So obviously being in this highly fragile state my first thought was 'sushi'. Actually this isn't quite true. I first did some really divine confused rambling as I was trying to buy a magazine (for no real reason, just felt the need) and kept going in and out of the same places and up and down the same bit of oxford street. I did think the security guard at Bond Street was going to ask me to accompany him after I drifted past with my crazy eyes for the fourth time. After I had stuffed my face my next thought was 'bed' so I dived home and got into it and was asleep by about 8.02pm. My eyes are still kooky which makes me dizzy and so I am having a day at home knitting bedsocks for a little old lady somehow related to someone at Golders Green. Poor thing has swollen ankles and feet of a massive 6" diameter so I am actually doing these socks in the round. Although that's actually on a circular rather than the dreaded dpns.

Before I go I have found a new spiritual home....Little Knits. Not that I haveany cash but when I do get paid, that is where I'm heading. I'm just waiting to hear cofirmation that they deliver to the UK. Anyway, I think that's enough for now. I'm just going to dizzyly wobble back to bed for a snooze.

CTH update

This is the message I got from them:

" HI i sorry to hear this. Cheryl is away for a family emergency and asked me get some details from you. The type of yarn, colorway, store you bought it at, and the dyelot. She said the plain blue the dye molecule is larger than the yarn molecule. When we get some of this info we will resolve this problem for you. Again sorry about this. If you would like to send us the yarn we will look at it and see if we can find the problem and we will get this dealt with for you. Thank You Kylie "

I only just got round to replying so will see what happens next. But that bit about molecules doesn't make any sense. You can't blind a scientist with science.

Bored? Moi?

Well people, here we are again at 3.25 pm on a wet and cold Tuesday afternoon in London, England. I have been passing a lot of today by listening to Ask A Ninja and Tiki Bar TV on iTunes. And how can this be I hear you ask? Well guess what….I’ve run out of stuff to do again.

Actually let’s be realistic here. I have got bar charts to draw. Bar charts. I have a physics degree and am about to start an MBA and I am drawing fricking bar charts in excel. Here, allow me to share a bar chart with you. Oh go on.
This is what we refer to in the trade as a-bar-chart-with-three-colours. Jesus. I’m so bored. Someone come drop something on my foot. Then I can move to the exciting surroundings of A&E.

So what to do about this? Weeeeeell, I have told Sean. He knows. He is clued in on the fact that I am underutilised at this moment in time. However he is behind me with an qualified accountant at each shoulder with all three of them trying to work out what happened to £500k because the auditors are in and they would actually quite like to know about it. And the auditors are in. “In” being a reference to in-the-room-with-the-whiteboard. So I can’t even go hang out in there. I could just go wonder off for an hour I suppose. No one would notice *sob* because they know I have meetings and stuff. Actually I could just choose to go home. Ooooo. I could tell Sean and he wouldn’t say anything. It’s 90 mins extra knitting. It's a bit weird though. And he's still over there trying to find the £500k. Could have a doctor appt....

Hmmm…. I’ll let you know how I get on.

Le Sac est fini

(and other bad bits of french).

That's it, the non-pink one. I thought I'd put the original in the picture as well for comparison. It's got a bit shapeless over the last year but Pooch says it is still superior. Here is a detail of the new 'smarter' bag.

Design imporvements include crocheting up the 'corners' to giv it some definition. This has kind of felted bayonf recognition on the left there but it does work. And then sewing the i-cord handles to the inner side of the stitches only so the front of the st st doesn't get mangled and distorted.

I have been updating this in light of the arrival of the invites...

This is the official record of our engagment and so far contains all the cards we got when we first announced it and now...

...the invitations, front and back. Yep, they are postcards. We have a limited budget and I adore tulips so they're everything I needed in an invite. Now to some this might look suspiciously like scrapbooking. Oh dear me no, no scrapbooking here. Just sticking things in an album. Not scrapbooking. No.

Rocketing off to a different topic we have the latest addition to Yoshimi's wardrobe, a little intarsia raglan. Need to pick up round the neck and join the side and arm seams and then it's done. I did think about cheating and claiming this as my project spectrum project but now, I am too honest. This morning I woke up with my mind made up and cast on a second pair of wrist warmers.

This is in the lovely james c brett which is surely becoming an obsession for me. Not much to show yet but I have posted because this actually IS the project spectrum project for March.

I can't remember now whether I mentioned this yesterday but I found an organic baby shop right by the cutty sark in Greenwich yesterday before I met up with Ruth and just couldn't help falling for these.

There is a reason for this. I am totally up for having a royal family and think they are lovely despite their philanderings and foibles. So when the golden jubilee came round I wore union jack pants and lusted after some union jack shoes I saw on oxford street. In the end I gave in to my desire only to find there were basically none left in a suitable size in the whole damn country. So now I am projecting this onto Shimi. Poor little thing but come on, aren't they awesome?!

The stash has landed

So where to start? Ruth was so lovely to keep it all for me. We met up this morning in Greenwich where she handed it over. Strangely there seemed to be rather more than I remembered and the suitcase I had brought with me to put it in was pitifully inadequate! (Ruth was off to the opening of the hipknits shop and told me some very exciting news. I won't spoil the surprise but keep an eye on her blog to hear about it!) Here it all is on the dining table:


Here is some lovely 4-ply from the skep

plus some cotton tape in yummy colours that will be baby clothes and maybe even a little vest for me if they'll stretch that far.

In the background that is james c brett in the new red colourway with some funky stripe-plyed stylecraft at the front.

Then to finish there is the small astrakhan mountain.

Actually that's not quite the finish. There is also this monster cone of about 1400g of tweedy stuff. This is for a jacket in the last Vogue magazine but I am going to knit it with a strand of something else - maybe threaded sequins or lurex - to amek it special.


Now you know the space dyed pencil-thick I got from Wingham and mentioned in the last post? Well, this is what it has become using my trusty denises and a 8mm crochet hook to define the corners.

I wanted a 'smarter' version of the pinkyred bag I did before and have actually felted this and am blocking it as you read. It has turned out *so* well. Just as I wanted it. I'll post pics tomorrow if I have a chance.

Just to keep you up to date I heard back from cherry tree within 24 hours and need to email them some more details but they are very sympathetic and want to get to the bottom of it.

Project Spectrum has begun, although I haven't had any emails from the organiser so I'm not sure if I'm officially included yet. The colour for March is red so I'm thinking of doing something in the james c brett. (I really love this yarn - you can get it from dianne's knitting yarns. It's acrylic but doesn't feel like it.) Just not sure what. I think I have got a bit overwhelmed with having all this new yarn and don't really know where to start. I'm not going to force it though - something will occur to me.

Now today is an important day on the byrne calender because today is the newest 2 pill day. For those of you new to my drug habit I take 60mg (3 pills) fluoxetine a day except Monday and Thursday when I take 40mg (2 pills). It has taken about 6 months to get to a point where I do not now feel irritable and depressed on Mondays and Thursdays. So today was a big day because it was the next stage of one of the slowest, most circumspect cut downs in history. I am feeling pretty tired (a regular side-effect) and a little bit irritable but on the whole I'm good. I'm not looking out for negative signs so I'm happy to believe I have been sensible and waited until the right time and my body is now happy to take this step closer to 'normal'. (How much do a loathe that word?!)

Also happening today - I got the wedding invites/postcards in the post so have been scrawling them on and off. At this point it is more of a 'keep-the-date-free' notice. 26 May 2007 people for those who like to plan ahead! It will be a modest affair with 50 or so of our dearest so sadly my sweet knitting buddies will be underrepresented but there is an engagement party next saturday. Email me/leave a comment with your email if you'd like to come along (erm, only regular readers will receive an invite. Nothing against you lurkers but you could be one of Pooch's ex's set on having a terrible revenge and be a danger to my stash.) I will post a pic of the invites as soon as I find the camera again.

Suddenly feeling in need of another snooze. Hopefully will dream of what to knit next!