White Easter!

Graham has gone to church

but I can't decide whether to create more anemones (Scarlet took this picture at the KTog party on Wednesday night, where Anne got to work on a fabulous collection of sea slugs) for the crocheted reef.

or to do more work on young Radish. There is just one word for my spinning efforts to date, and it isn't fit for public consumption. Let's just say that we're having brake tension issues. Fine tuning has never been my strong point, but I seem to lurch from "too overtwisted to move through the orifice" to "so little twist that once through the orifice it snaps". Last night I spun some pencil roving into mad twirls but it is back to the fleece today (special thanks to Wye Sue for sending me a large bag of "play fleece").

(Oh dear, I think maybe I need to do some tidying up whilst Graham is out! And, no, that's not the chair I sit in to spin!)

Frustratingly, Blogger is refusing to let me upload pictures of the wonderful Easter goodies that Monkee Maker sent me for coming up with a mad name for her delightful crocheted pigeon. Suffice to say that I've eaten the eggs already, and the knitted muffin (with mad eyes and twirling moustache) deserves a post of its own anyway!

So I shall end by sending you

(found this card in an antiques centre in Ely)

Now--forget all that crafty stuff I was planning to do: I'm off to play in the snow, whee!!!

UK crochet coral reef project

Well, the spinning wheel and I are still at the treddling stage (but not for much longer, I'm getting steadier, and rarely let the wheel slip into reverse now). In the meantime, here's what's been filling my time.

(This one may be a coral, but, flipped over, it also has jellyfish potential...)

A trio of sea anemones.

A hyperbolic sea slug (which I may keep, as it is made from yarn I had-painted and would make a rather striking bracelet).

These are for the UK Coral Reef project. I've blogged about this in much greater detail (and with links to some truly awe-inspiring work) at the KnitCambridge blog

Two thousand and eight: a yarn odyssey

My schedule is so fibre-filled at the moment, and I'm having so much fun that (coupled with the evil sinus germs) I just don't seem to have the time/inclination to blog. Look here's my wheel (her name is Radish*) and I think I'm finally mastering the treddling):

And I can't remember whether I've mentioned my trip to Ely for the first-ever Ely KTog meeting. It was a fabulous evening and Jayne and Emily have found the perfect venue (good lighting, quiet music, squashy sofas)!

It seems hard to believe that the knitting group I rustled up (via Yahoo and the UK Handkniters Group) in March 2003 is now so big (12-20+ at most meetings, 70 members on Ravelry, 100 people receiving details by email)that we are having to switch the venue of our Saturday meetings. Here's a glimpse of some of us at this Saturday's meeting:
We'll be celebrating our 5th birthday on Wednesday. I can't claim any of the credit for this, it is all due to the many wonderful knitters and crocheters who have attended meetings over the years. Several of us remember events where only two (or, worse, one) turned up but the rising popularity of knitting and, in particular, the birth of Ravelry, mean that there is little danger of that now. Moreover, through the Ravelry group, it looks as if there may be more offshoots at new locations: if you're not on Ravelry, watch the KnitCambridge blog for more details.

The day after the Ely meeting I headed to Norwich to visit the rather wonderful Cloth and Culture exhibition at the Sainsbury Gallery and the equally wonderful Norfolk Yarn for a really tempting shopping experience. That trip was a dry run for two KTog group visits. The first of those was yesterday and I think it is fair to say that we had a great time, not least to Rebecca, of Norfolk Yarn: she is the perfect proprietor of the perfect shop! This afternoon (I'm typing this on Saturday, though goodness knows when I'm going to be adding the links) was another KTog meet and tomorrow I'm off to London to learn how to teach others to crochet a hyperbolic reef. And, of course, befoer I've managed to get this published, I'va actuaally been to the workshop. How's this for inspirational work:

I'll try to get a dedicated post done on this very soon!Oh, and (going back to my diary) earlier in the week (Wednesday?) I went on a Rowan finishing techniques workshop, to jolt myself out of my bad habits...

I realise that I've not shown you my SkipNorth spoils...but here's a shot of several swag-laden knitters:
(Since then, I've also acquired lots of lovely, dyed corriedale sliver from Norfolk Yarn and the truly brilliant Wye Sue has sent me a large bag full of combed fleece). I'll add some pics now and post this, then hope to add fuller reports of all these events (and, importantly, links) over Easter weekend (Yay! Two days off work! I might actually get some yarn spun).

Factual, chronological and sensibly composed, illustrated posts, with decent links, should be resumed again later this week...

(* I love Radishes, but Radish is also short for Radegund. It's a long story!)

wheely exciting

My amazingly lovely wheel was waiting for me when I got home today. We've set her up and been treddling (yes, Graham too, though I think he was pretending to be driving a pedal car).

Not sure that I'm brave enough to try to actually spin on her yet. (This has more to do with the befuddled state of my germ-filled brain than any reluctance to spin!)

skip, snuffle, spin

Am drowning in germs so very brief entry. Despite near-inability to breathe spent last w/end at in the company of many other yarnaholics at Skipnorth, the only holiday that ferries you around Yorkshire in a minbus with the express purpose of enabling knitting and yarn shopping. Other holidaymakers will be named and shamed--and my purchases will be revealed--as soon as I can breathe properly and think straight again.

But just a little confession. I'm awaiting delivery of a sonata from here....

what a knitcase...

There was great excitement here on Monday, caused by the arrival of a parcel.

It has to be admitted (and no doubt you've already realised) that Graham and I are both about 5 years old at heart. So even though the parcel was addressed to me, we both had to be there when it was opened. Off came the paper to reveal:

A stylish little case. The catches were opened, the lid lifted, the exciting burgundy tissue paper peeld back and lo!

and behold!

Knitting goodies galore, and more (apologies for the sideways picture, my HP software has not been playing ball for the last couple of days!) Some Posh Yarns Laura, in Camelot colourway (combining earthy browns with a luscious, vibrant green). Some Elsbeth Lavold Angora (squeeze those skeins). A delightfully sheepy card (revealing that all these goodies had come from my UK Swap Pal Heather). Green and Black's dark choc with cherries ("ooh, look" said Graham, "your favourite". Yes, indeed, and it is going to Skipnorth with me, I must try not to eat it before I get there!). Twiglets (these were opened straight away and, despite my reputation for being "the Twiglet Piglet, *"I have been rationing myself, and there are still a few left for tomorrow evening). An elegant silk corsage, in berry shades. A decadent candle, scented with ginger (we've been enjoying wonderfully relaxing candle-lit baths thanks to this) and, best of all, the perfect notions bag. You can see the beautiful green outside, but the inside is a work of art: bright green fabric strewn with polka dots, pockets and little loops with press studs for retaining useful things: such as the green stitch markers, the tape measure and the little bag of buttons that were inside it. Heather made this herself and it is perfect. As Graham's hand hovered over the chocolate, and as he went to put the candle in the bathroom, I rushed off for my prized Susan Bates crochet hook set and my indispensable Cibi. They fit! they fit! No more unglamorous plastic bags in my knitting bag.


I'm overwhelmed by how perfect these gifts are, and how carefully chosen. And I love the note explaining that the Elsbeth Lavold yarn is "an extra" from Heather's stash. Thank you so very much.

* I've been known as The Twiglet Piglet since time immemorial. I have my darling Ma to blame for the irritatingly catchy name!

a peep inside the yellow bag...

Remember the yellow bag that I showed you on Friday?

Karen has enquired about the contents and now I can reveal (almost) all.*

At the bottom of the picture, two King Penguins from the 1940s. The Microcosm of London is a Mothering Sunday gift (no prizes for guessing where my Ma comes from!). Popular English Art , a book about folk art, is a celebration of almost all the things that I love best: roundabout gallopers, elaborate tombstones, finely decorated carts, lacemaking, Staffordshire china, 17th century trade cards... But, taking pride of place at the top of the picture, is the Penguin Modern Painters volume (also from the 1940s) on Stanley Spencer. And it contains that most wonderful of paintings, The Wool Shop (1940), where Spencer celebrates what I love most of all**

Apparently Spencer was inspired to paint the picture after visiting a shop in Stonehouse, Gloucestershire. And he clearly understands the true allure of such a shop, the fabulous skeins of yarn and bolts of material and, above all, the customers' yarn lust. Their selection of yarn that matches their own hair has, I feel, a decided touch of autoeroticism.

Ah, yarnlust, there's nothing quite like it. Which reminds me that I promised to reveal my purchases from Textiles In Focus***:
From left to right: a skein of handpainted laceweight yarn from Liz, and a skein of her DK. There are more temptations in her Etsy shop. Next, a nostepinne, two skeins of Claudia Handpaint and some Quill casein needles from Gill's Woolly Workshop. The nostepinne is such a delight. I was faced with the difficult, yet delightful, task of selecting from four different woods and it didn't really take me very long to settle for the Yew. And then I realised that I needed something to carry my purchases in. Well, in Popular English Art (see above)Noel Carrington states "I believe one of the few objects of daily use which has resisted the ingenuity of the machine is the wicker basket, and that retains its traditional patterns in full vigour". Hmm, presumably there weren't so many plastic carrier bags in 1945. But, whilst at Textiles in Focus, I found (and fell in love with) this basket, which comes from Northern Ghana and was on the African Fabrics Stand.
That basket has been on several outings since I bought it. Today it accompanied me to the Fitzwilliam Museum for an entertaining lecture on rabbits and hares and also to various charity shops, as I tracked down eggcups to model my latest project: egg cosies made from some of the yarns I've handpainted in the last few months. Easter is on its way...

* I actually came home with two of these delightful yellow bags, but the other one is TOP SECRET as it contains something for someone taking part in this swap
** with the obvious exception of my spouse, that is.
*** once again, I am supressing something that is TOP SECRET. (See * above).

recipe for a perfect Friday

Take one spouse. Saunter across Sheeps Green (or is it Coe Fen)*? en route

for a tasty treat. Then wander back across the fen
and head for another treat!

Return home and spend weekend enjoying the treasures inside the yellow paper bag**...

* never have worked out which is which. I'm pretty convinced that the bit between the two mill ponds (the one near the Grad Pad and the one near the Granta) is Sheep's Green, but Graham always calls it Coe Fen, which I think is the strip of land behind the Fitzwilliam. Anyone willing to be ref?

** note crumpled appearance of bag, our cat fell in love with Edward Bawden's cat logo, and sat on the bag all evening!

Demo!

I spent a happy lunchtime yesterday in a sandwich bar that looks out over Christ's College and the rather Baroque LLoyds Bank building in Cambridge town centre. And as I sat there, alternating smoked salmon sandwich with crocheting (keeping my fingers very clean, of course!), I saw a banner come into view, followed by smaller banners ("say not to fees") and little flags ("socialist students"). It was a very small demo, with about 25 students in all (actually, the count was 23 students and a big issue seller, plus dog) but they were followed by two policemen, which made it look much more impressive, and provoked the following exchange between the two young men sitting behind me:

"Do you think those policmen are policing the march, or have they joined in? Maybe they got a taste for it during their wages protest last month?"
"I don't know, but they've swelled the marchers numbers by about 10%"

It all looked so tame, especially compared to 40 years ago!

places where I'd love to sit and knit (number one in an occasional series)

Well, I should be busily sewing brooch backs onto corsages and adding price labels to scarves but instead I've been daydreaming about the places where, if time and money were no object, I would love to sit and knit.

And tonight I'm imagining myself (in high summer) at Dunster Yarn Market. In fact, I'm imagining re-establishing a yarn market at Dunster Yarn Market: a one-day festival where we could all sit and knit, spin, crochet and trade yarns and equipment. Since this is on the fringes of Exmoor, there must be a bunkhouse where we could stay, and we could arrive in style via the West Somerset steam railway...

It must be 23 years since I last went to Dunster and I have vivid memories of a sign by a car park warning people about a wasp/bee nest in the roots of a tree. It had been left there for the badgers who used to come and feast (but I've forgotten whether they would dine on the bees or on honey). But I digress!

Where would you like to sit and knit, and why?

could this be the dawn of a new trend?

Well, after last night's confession to you about the joys of travelling on the bus with my towel rail, can you imagine my shock (and mirth) when I spotted this on the luggage rack of the C6 Cambridge-Oakington bus this evening:

Yes, that is indeed a clothes airer on top of a laundry basket. (Honest. Sorry about the picture quality but I wasn't brave enough to snap this as I walked past it, and had to use the zoom lens from the back of the bus. )

And the camera simply had to come out again when I got off the bus. Same view as last night, but about 20 minutes later. What a sky!
And I think you can just about make out the rolling mist in this one.
When I got home I spotted the first fallen bird egg of the year...spring is coming. And here's more proof, the frist of this year's grape hyacinths, captured in our front garden this morning.

have towel rail, will travel

It may not quite be the silliest thing I've ever had to take onto a bus (that would be the brand new standard lamp and lampshade combo, where maybe I didn't do myself any favours by wearing the shade as a hat)but I have to say there are few things more likely to get you stared at than carting a towel rail about with you. Now, let me point out that this isn't a common or garden towel rail. No, Mr Caught Knitting would have me believe that it is a family heirloom. Apparently, it is well over 70 years old, used to be bright blue and have plaster of paris mouldings on it. "Actually, it was a very ugly blue, the sort of colour that public lavatories used to be, so it wasn't really a bright blue, it was an ugly blue.*" But here it is in its present incarnation, posing (on Friday) against the elegant backdrop of Stop J, Emmanuel Street, Cambridge.

We (that is to say, the towel rail and I) were en route to Cottenham for this year's Textiles in Focus event, as Liz had invited me to sell some of my wares alongside her fabulous yarns, bags, scarves and patterns. Sue (who is, alas, blogless) was also there, with her fabulous "Captain Jack Sparrow Scarf" --red, greys and soft plum, interspersed with glass and wooden beads, trimmed with wild curly tails--which I forgot to photograph, grr. In fact, having immortalised the towel rail, I promptly forgot that I had a camera with me. Which is a scandal, as Liz's stall looked incredibly inviting, as did Gill's Woolly Workshop (which was next to it) and 21st Century Yarns' booth (opposite it). We had a wonderful time: the towel rail sat very nicely on top of the stall, displaying scarves for all to see, and I sat behind the stall, knitting, crocheting and selling things to people and answering a stream of enquiries about how I'd made the scarves/pots etc. Oddly, I also spent some time buying things: I'm hoping that this Wednesday will be sunny enough for you to get pictures of my loot.

Today, of course, would have been perfect for photographing my swag, but I had to go to work. I was given a lift though, which meant that I got to cross The Backs, where I captured this icy scene as I walked towards Trinity Bridge:

Finally, if you've read yesterday evening's post about last Sunday's glorious sunset, here's the difference a week makes: same sky, same place, same time of day, one week closer to summer...

*Aha, it seems that all those audio typing lessons I took many moons ago were not worthless, after all. I can now capture Mr CK, famous literature lecturer, verbatim!

shepherd's delight

It has been a busy week in the Caught Knitting Household. Here's just a taste of what's been afoot. Saturday 16th saw Graham having a cataract op, whilst I was teaching modular knitting to some of the East Herts & West Essex Weavers, Spinners and Dyers. Graham's op seems to have been very successful: I wish I could capture the joy in his voice and the glee written all over his face when he took the dressing off on Sunday and announced, excitedly, that he could see in 3D!

I'd been a bit nervous about the teaching, as next month the group have Kaffe Fassett giving them a lecture. But they turned out to be one of the friendliest groups that I've ever met and produced lots of colourful log cabin squares, mitered squares and a few shells, too.

The squares in the lower left-hand corner had been dyed at one of their previous workshops, using cow parsely and broad bean, amongst other materials, some mordanted with copper, some with tin. I adore the colours and can see that I'll have to track down a similar workshop.

Sunday found me back at work, but at least I work in a shop with a huge window, so I was able to soak up some of that superb sunshine. And when I saw the deep crimson sunset whilst on my way home, I knew we were in for more good weather! After all:

Red sky at night,
Shepherd's delight.

Red sky at morning,
Shepherd's warning

(traditional)

A few paces later, I realised that the local sparrowhawk had been visiting:
and I think that poor, deceased, pigeon must have been in the back of my mind when I selected yarns for this scarf:

which, much as I love it, appears to have a certain hint of shredded peacock about it... This week also saw the beginning of 2008's corsage mountain. Here are the first few brooches surrounding some of the twirly scarves I made in January. (I love the way the green ones can double-up as artificial cabbages).

Sorry about the quality of the photos, particularly the indoor ones. Needless to say, the one day I spent at home this week was the one day when the fog didn't lift all day!

On Leaping Over the Moon

Did anyone else see the moon this evening? I could scarcely take my eyes off it on my journey home: the most slender sickle of shimmering light, but with the full disc faintly visible behind it. Technically, this is a waxing crescent (4% of full) but I'd say that it is magic! And it reminded me of one of my favourite poems: "On Leaping over the Moon", by Thomas Traherne (1637-1674)

I saw new Worlds beneath the Water lie,
New People; yea, another Sky
And sun, which seen by Day
Might things more clear display.
Just such another
Of late my Brother
Did in his Travel see, and saw by Night,
A much more strange and wondrous Sight:
Nor could the World exhibit such another,
So great a Sight, but in a Brother.


Adventure strange! No such in Story we,
New or old, true or feigned, see.
On Earth he seem’d to move
Yet Heaven went above;
Up in the Skies
His body flies
In open, visible, yet Magic, sort:
As he along the Way did sport,
Over the Flood he takes his nimble Course
Without the help of feigned Horse.


As he went tripping o’er the King’s high-way,
A little pearly river lay
O’er which, without a wing
Or Oar, he dar’d to swim,
Swim through the air
On body fair;
He would not use or trust Icarian wings
Lest they should prove deceitful things;
For had he fall’n, it had been wondrous high,
Not from, but from above, the sky:


He might have dropt through that thin element
Into a fathomless descent;
Unto the nether sky
That did beneath him lie,
And there might tell
What wonders dwell
On eath above. Yet doth he briskly run,
And bold the danger overcome;
Who, as he leapt, with joy related soon
How happy he o’er-leapt the Moon.


What wondrous things upon the Earth are done
Beneath, and yet above the sun?
Deeds all appear again
In higher spheres; remain
In clouds as yet:
But there they get
Another light, and in another way
Themselves to us above display.
The skies themselves this earthly globe surround;
W’are even here within them found.


On heav’nly ground within the skies we walk,
And in this middle centre talk:
Did we but wisely move,
On earth in heav’n above,
Then soon should we
Exalted be
Above the sky: from whence whoever falls,
Through the long dismal precipice,
Sinks to the deep abyss where Satan crawls
Where horrid Death and Despair lies.


As much as others thought themselves to lie
Beneath the moon, so much more high
Himself and thought to fly
Above the skarry sky,
As that he spied
Below the tide.
Thus did he yield me in the shady night
A wonsdrous and instructive light,
Which taught me that under our feet there is
As o’er our heads, a place of bliss.




To the same purpose; he, not long before
Brought home from nurse, going to the door
To do some little thing
He must not do within,
With wonder cries,
As in the skies
He saw the moon, "O yonder is the moon
Newly come after me to town,
That shin’d at Lugwardin but yesternight,
Where I enjoy’d the self-same light."


As if it had ev’n twenty thousand faces,
It shined at once in many places;
To all the earth so wide
God doth the stars divide
With so much art
The moon impart,
They serve us all; serve wholly ev’ry one
As if they served him alone.
While every single person hath such store,
’Tis want of sense that makes us poor.

Esmeralda's Flopsies

I had to smile when browsing through the small ads in a knitting mag today: one of the shops is called "Withit Witch". Is it me, or does that name sound incredibly 60s/70s-ish?

It reminds me of some of the names of local boutiques in the 70s. Bear in mind that I grew up in a sleepy market town (King's Lynn) on the edge of the Fens, so excitement was HUGE when boutiques (as opposed to Richards, Dorothy Perkins and Etam) opened. First came Emma's, which doesn't sound like a very novel name. But soon it was joined by a shop for men, called "Emma's Mate". I loved that, especially as the word "mate" carried slightly rude overtones (ooh, they're mating...").

This was quickly rivalled by "Man's World", memorable only for the truly hideous men they had in their cinema ad. Meanwhile, I saved up all my wages (25p/hour as Saturday girl in Cale's hairdresser) to spend either in Bayes Recordium or in Doves, which had wonderful smocks and dresses with leg-o-mutton sleeves and corduroy skirts, all printed with art nouveau-inspired florals, or medieval-looking beasties. Doves seems such a "love and peace" name, but actually came from the location of their other branch: Dove Street in Norwich.

But best of all was, "Esmeralda's Flopsies". I never did go in (perhaps put off by my mother's scathing comment: "who on earth wants to dress in a flopsy?") but, oh, what a name.

Sometimes I daydream about running my own retail business. The ideas always seem to be influenced by punning names. First (and we're talking 1982 here) came the idea for a mobile wholefood shop (which would tour the back lanes of rural Norfolk), to be called "Rosy Future": the promise of good health for all who purchased from it and my name--albeit spelt slightly differently--to satisfy my ego. Can you see the fatal flaw in this plan: just how many homes are there in rural Norfolk where the inhabitants are at home all day and don't have access to the wholefood shops or delicatessens of Diss/Sheringham/Burnham Market? (This last must be the second homes capital of the UK!) More recent ideas have included an upmarket fairtrade/organic/ethical brands gift/booze/fashion store to be called "Ethics Girls." Say it aloud, see if it doesn't remind you of an alleged tribe of white-sandal wearing permatanned women who dance around their handbags. The trouble is, I suspect that the name might repel the wealthier among the Cambridge undergrads, who would have been my target market.

But the sad truth is that retail space in Cambridge is incredibly expensive. The city that bred Andy's Records (motto: "purveyor of fine music at cheapo prices") is now in grave danger of becoming a clone town*. And with the imminent opening of The Grand Arcade--my idea of a nightmare: a roofed in expanse of wall-upon-wall of so-called "exclusive" brands ie retail chains with aggresive marketing, designer logos and big price labels, --I'm beginning to wonder how smaller, independant shops can survive unless they, too, target the luxury (more money than sense) market. (I'm not sure whether to laugh or cry at a quote on the arcade's website: "Grand Arcade is not just an exciting and modern addition to the Cambridge retail offer, but fundamentally transforms and reinvigorates it.")

So, for now at least, I'm delighting in the punning name of our local yarn shop ("Sew Creative" is, well, so creative!) and I'm longing for the innovative and innocent days of Esmeralda's Flopsies!


*King's Lynn has turned into a bargain-hunters paradise, surely there are more pound stores per square kilometer than anywhere else in the world?)

ps I have a plethora of FOs (albeit mainly crocheted twirly scarves) that I must photgraph...

suitable for the virgin?

Here's my latest treasure from the local Oxfam shop. First, let me explain that Liz has been recommending Zola's novels to me for quite some time and I've finally caved in, after Karen posted rave reviews of The Paradise of Ladies aka Au Bonheur des Dames(which I bought on Thursday and drank in enormous gulps, leaving me bereft when I finished!) so imagine how great my glee was when I spotted this today:

At first I hesitated a little, as the plates of "8 illustrations by George Jeannoit" have been cut out by a vandal at some stage in the book's history, and someone has spilt coffee/tea over it in 2 different places! It is, mind you 108 years since it was printed, and I'm sure I'll have had rather more misadventures should I reach that age... I also love the floral motifs on the cover, which look rather like sprigged muslin given a Japanese spin.

And then I read this irresistable announcement:
M. Zola has sought in this charming story to prove to the world that he too can write for the virgin, and that he can paint the better side of human nature in colours as tender and true as those employed by any of his contemporaries. ... It is a beautiful story, admirably told." (The quotation comes from a publication called, simplySpeaker). Sold!

I've only had time to read a few pages (and those, believe me, are packed with virgins:one little waif and no fewer than 7 virgin martyrs) but I'm utterly hooked!

I got so immersed in The Paradise of Ladies, that I totally forgot about this year's silent poetry reading for St Bridget's Day, which took place yesterday. Today, however, is the feast of St Blaise, "[who] was widely popular in Britain from the eighth century to beyond the Middle Ages" (see Roud, Steve, The English Year, Penguin 2006, p41) and he rates a mention here at Caught Knitting because in England he was:

adopted as the patron saint of woolcombers -- and important ans widespread occupation before machinery wiped it out. Every year on or around his feast day, the woolcombers organized a trade procession, which eveni in small towns was an impressive event, and in larger centres of the wool industry these processions became truly spectacular affairs. (Roud, ibid)

Well, I've not been together enough to organise a revival of the traditon this year (and no doubt my beloved--he who goes to church several times each week-- would point out that there might be something rather strange in a pagan like me organising a revival of a saint's day, but we'll gloss over that...). But here's a picture of some of this week's woolwinding (which is close as I've got to woolcombing):Don't you love my vintage metal woolwinder, which belonged to my grandmother before I inherited it? (Fortunately I can't remember which of my KTog friends told me that it looked like something that had fallen off Sputnik!)

Delightedly Foxed

Every Thursday, regular as clockwork, The TLS (Graham's favourite literary journal) flops through the letterbox. This week, I was delighted to find that it contained a flyer advertising Slightly Foxed, which is a far more important publication as it is my favourite literary journal. (Note impartial and scholarly flair of my adjudication. Not). But how's this for an advertising leaflet?

As I sat clapping my hands with glee at the thought of the treat in store (seriously, this journal is a real treat); it struck me that I'd seen this painting somewhere else (though, maybe, sans lupine passenger, and with a white horse--rather than a white fox-- in the background...)


Aha! Here it is:
Eric Ravilious, Train Landscape (1939)
(available as a greetings card, see here), but also available as a full page illustration in this book (see p63) which I am currently re-reading for at least the fifth time. The most recent issue of Persephone Books' Biannually had Russell Sidney Reeves' The Felixstowe to Ipswich Coach on its front cover, (see page 269 of The Gentle Art of Domesticity) and acknowledged their debt to Jane Brocket (aka Yarnstorm) for bringing the picture to their attention. Has she had the same effect on the Slightly Foxed team?

Whatever the case, I'm still bouncing up-and-down in anticipation of my favourite, quarterly, treat....

is this much fun legal?

I can't believe how much fun I've had over the last 8 days (despite a miserable sinus infection). First, the wonderful parcel from Siret. The choc (far nicer than UK choc, as it is less sweet) vanished in no time at all. But here's the beautiful "preyarn"

from this company. It really is the most tempting yarn presentation I've ever seen, and I think I'm going to follow Siret's lead, and use the yarn to make a crocheted, felted bag. Siret, you're a star!

After that (and the minor matter of filling in the tax form, which is not counted in the week's fun) it was off to the cinema, my first visit for over 2 years. Obviously, since I'm a most infrequent cinema-goer, it takes a special film to get me there! In this case it was the new St Trinian's film (sensationally silly and I'm still laughing over it), last time it was Wallace & Grommit and the Curse of the Wererabbit (Caught Knitting may have degrees in highbrow lit but she views films as strictly for fun).

Friday found me at work. But on Saturday it was KTog stash swap time. With 24 knitters (and one baby) this must have been the highest turnout to date.


The pictures give you a flavour of the atmosphere, but no hint of the fabulous stash that was on offer. I was really good: I gave away 7 balls of yarn and didn't bring any home. (I did, however, manage to come home with a copy of this fantastic work free, gratis and for nothing. There were even duplicate copies of some of Elizabeth Zimmermann's books on offer!) I'd dragged myself out feeling as though I should really be spending the day in bed, but ended up having a whale of a time.

On Sunday I revisted the wonderful White House Arts to do another felting course with textiles tutor extraordinaire, Roger Prime. This time I discovered the joys of Nuno felting, and even came away with a rather dramatic, reversible scarf (all my own work).
(Sadly this photo seems to be more of my chair than my scarf!). I can't recommend White House Arts classes highly enough. In the past I'd been put off by the prices (Sunday's course was £55) but I've realised that you really do get value for money here!

Monday, as ever, was spent at work and my poor head felt as if it was going to burst. Tuesday, too, slipped by in a fug of paracetemol and sinutab. But somehow(!) I made it to yet another KTog, this time at The Cambridge Blue. More stash was swapped (I weakened and came home with 2 new balls for my stash, but I did give away a further 5 or 6, so feel rather virtuous). By Wednesday morning I had to admit to myself that the sinuses needed anitbiotics (ugh), so off to the doctor's. But I sweetened the blow by heading to the bargain bins at Sew Creative. I got 3 fabulous balls of mohair blend for £1 each (another twirly scarf on its way) and (better still) 9 balls of creamy-white Wendy/Emu superwash DK for £1.50 each.

Today should have been market day, but a high temperature doesn't really go with standing outside and selling cakes and crafts. And my head was truly bunged up and thumping. Under these circumstances, a girl needs steam. In the past, I've taken the opportunity to cook up gigantic quantities of pulses for the freezer, but the cupboard was bare. Only then I had a brainwave, remembered everything that Liz had taught me (scroll down to "a second kiln"), grabbed my cauldron,

got to work with my niddy noddy, and a few hours later not only was the headache gone but: look what I've got!
The skeins on the right (starting with the bright green ones) are the Wendy/Emu DK, and I'm delighted with them. To the left of those are various pale lilac pure wools DKs (some Cygnet, some Jaeger) that called out to be livened up and on the left (not all visible in the pc) are assorted Rowan tweed yarns that I've picked up at previous stash swaps. I've turned a rather sludgy green into slightly brighter semi-solids (adding leaf green to both, highlighting one with turquoise and one, less susccessfully, with yellow) and some porridgey/browny yarn is now awash with various greens and reds.

Is this much fun legal?

yippeee

So there I was, hard at work with the t*x r*t*rn, when Graham came in brandishing a big jiffy bag. Addressed to me. A big, soft, squishy, very promising sort of a jiffy bag. From Estonia. The lovely Siret has sent me a New year gift: dark chocolate with cherries in (my dream chocolate, in fact) and the most beautiful cakes of yarn I have ever seen in my whole life: softest, loftiest, roving/lopi type in autumnal colours. I must take photos for you: words won't do it justice! But first, having completed the you-know-what (and here I really must thank the wonderful staff on the Inland Revenue help desk), I'm off to celebrate by going to see St Trinians. (I hope they still have the same school song. I hope nobody in the audience takes any notice of a strange middle aged lady crocheting and singing).

Daytrip, anyone?

I've just heard about a fantastic-sounding exhibition coming up at the Sainsbury gallery, in Norwich. It sounds fascinating and features contemporary textile artists from Estonia, Finland, Lithuania, Japan and the UK.

I'm not sure there'll be a huge amount of knitting/crochet content (though I see that Freddie Robbins is included) but I'm planning to go at least twice, as I'm hoping to organise a couple of daytrips for the Cambridge KTog crew (one on a Saturday and one on a weekday, sometime during March/April) combining the exhibition with a visit to the oh-so-tempting Norfolk Yarn.

We'll be travelling by train from Cambridge (via Ely for connections with trains from the Midlands and the North) and bus once we're in Norwich. (Interesting fact: when you catch the bus to Norfolk Yarns you ask for "Mecca", as the Mecca Bingo Hall is opposite the shop).
Let me know if you'd care to join us!

*update*: the Saturday is now fixed- Sat 5 April 2008

Misty Mountain Hop!

Thanks to my (blogless) sister for putting me out of my misery: the Led Zep track accompanying the Larkrise to Candleford trailer is Misty Mountain Hop.
Thanks Hilla!

ps: Enjoy! (Guess what poor Graham is going to have to listen to when the caldo verde is served...)
pps: do follow the links to other Led Zep tracks: the "video" to Trampled Underfoot has to be my all-time favourite rock video ever.

UK Swap

Part One: Crafting
Do you knit, crochet, or both? Both. I tend to crochet more than knit these days.


What do you like to make? Small projects (accessories for homes and humans).


Do you have a favourite project? Varies but I have a short attention span.


Do you have a favourite type of fiber or brand of yarn? I love most wool yarns and alpaca. Favourite weights are sock yarn, 4-ply, DK and worsted. I'd love to try cashmere...


Do you have a least favourite type of yarn? Scratchy acrylics. (Some of the very cheap types). And I find that my hands hurt if I use really big needles, so that rules out bulky yarns.


Do you do any other crafts? Yes, but very, very badly... Not at all keen on things that require glue and fiddly bits!


What knitting do you bring ‘on the go’? I find crochet more portable and usually have all sorts of yarn scarps and assorted hooks with me, ready to whip up scarves, hats and corsages. Any knitting "on the go" will be on 4 needles (wristwarmers, socks) or a modular project.


What do you carry your ‘on the go’ knitting in? Do you want something new? An assortment of bags: canvas, plastic, paper... backpack, briefcase, handbag... I'd love a neat little case for my "notions".


Are there any knitting gifts (book, toy, yarn, item, tool) that you have been lusting over? I'd love some yarn from Posh yarns. I work on Sundays so never get to their shop in time...


Part Two: Your Favourites


What is your favourite colour? What is your least favourite colour? I adore greens (except bottle green), berry colours and autumnal colours. Anything you'd see on a walk in the countryside (from bright pink foxgloves to muted mushrooms). No to: neons and icky pastels.



What scents/smells do you like? What don’t you like? Love: fresh lemony/green smells; ginger; woody scents; rose. Hate: anything too sweet/bubblegummy/artificial

How do you like to pamper yourself? (bubble bath, hand creams, massage, manicure) I love wallowing in bubble bath (but it must have a natural scent and be cruelty-free: Faith in nature is my favourite brand and I especially like the Seaweed one). I'm also hooked on Neals Yard cocoa butter body cream. My hands need some tlc!

What goodies to you like to treat your tummy with? (chocolate, biscuits, truffles, etc.) I'll answer this one by telling you that my Mum calls me "the twiglet piglet" (cheers, mum) and adding that I also love dark chocolate, ginger and dried fruit in any combination. (Excluding the twiglets, that is). I try to get organic treats (again, except the twiglets!)


Do you prefer tea or coffee while you knit? Any particular kind? I'm not keen on tea and cannot stand coffee. I enjoy most herb teas but I'm rather fond of water. (And cider. And gin & tonic. But the knitting goes a bit weird, sometimes.)

Favourite mug/cup? That beauty that I found in Oxfam a couple of weeks ago. But that is strictly for display on the sideboard. For everyday I have a fabulous bone china mug with a ginger cat on a burgundy ground (think of a modern version of William Morris).

Do you listen to/watch anything while you knit? (TVshow-Along, movies, music, podcasts) I usually have Radio 3 or CDs in the background (I like classical, medieval, folk and world music). But I'm addicted to the Archers and Heartbeat. (I can't believe that I've just admitted that!)

Part Three: Living & Past-times


Where do you live in the UK? (General idea not address) East Anglia.


Have you always lived here, or did you grow up somewhere else? Born in Liverpool, moved to East Anglia (not the current bit) aged 3. Since leaving school I've had brief forays into Manchester, Worcestershire and Hertfordshire but the last 12 years have seen me moving closer and closer to my youthful stamping grounds.


If you could visit anywhere in the world, where would you go? Practically everywhere! So many places that I want to see. Finland and Estonia; Prague and Budapest; Edinburgh. I suppose northern and eastern Europe are top of the list, but would love to go to Japan, Paris, New York...

If you couldn’t go to a knitting group, what other kind of gathering would you go to? (book club, tea party, yoga class, jewelery class, etc.) I'd go to anything where I could also knit/crochet. Think I'd enjoy a book group or tea party. I also like swimming, but that is quite solitary (and incompatible with yarn).

What’s your style? (elegant, traditional, glamourous, girly, natural, sporty, outgoing, etc.)
Eclectic yet understated. (Actually "low maintenance" probably sums it up..) I have to admit that my ideal outfit is a pair of cords or a tweedy skirt, a long-sleeved t-shirt and a stylish knit.... My favourite outfit is a brown 1920s/30s style dress (with a subtle pink/green/orange print) that I wear with a brown shrug and often layer with a long-sleeved t shirt and even a longer skirt underneath. Very versatile.




Final Part:


Any allergies/preferences (fiber-wise or treat-wise)? Mohair makes me sneeze and I have to be careful with anything that goes on skin near my eyes.


Anything we missed that you’d like your partner to know? Just that I'm really looking forward to the swap.

final final part!
Swap rules say that I'm supposed to link to this post from my sidebar. Wish I knew how, as then I'd have spared you all from wading through this! Is there any kind blogger user who can explain how to do this? Thanks!

baffled...

Can anyone explain to me why the trailer for the forthcoming BBC adaptation of Flora Thompson's Lark Rise to Candleford (written in the late 1930s/early 1940s but recalling Thompson's teenage years in the late 19th century) is accompanied by a a soundtrack from Led Zeppelin (circa 1976 or so)

And can anyone put me out of my misery by telling me precisely which track it is, as I'm losing sleep over this one, literally...

What next? All (anachronistic) suggestions welcomed!

*edited to add*:
Mr Caught Knitting reckons the sound track has been added to try and interest men. (Not that it works for him, the Led Zep records in our lounge belong to me...) Apparently there's an article on costume drama in The Guardian today in which the author says her husband and son both leave the room if they spot a bonnet on the screen...

links

No new year resolutions on this blog (I gave up making them over 25 years ago) but I think I've finally worked out how to add some links to the sidebar. Unfortunately first I really should do my tax return. (See what happens when you don't make resolutions: you leave everything to the last minute!) Maybe by this time next week?