It Speaks!

Miss Muffet has been sending subtle hints that I should show some signs of life, so I am obliging. Who would have guessed that the one who trained to earn her living by the pen would be the one who needs reminding to actually write something. However I have been busy working with other people’s words at my day job, and in my evenings I have been crafting up a storm- both personal projects and projects that will be suitable for sale, assuming I overcome my current obstacle of things working much better in my head than in practise.

I wish I at least had some pretty pictures to offer you to make up for my silence, but in this winter gloom the light has all but gone when I get home o’evenings. So I will, instead, describe my current projects so you can form your own mental picture.

There has been a recent cold snap in my workplace thanks to some renovations we’re having done. We lost our air-conditioning and gained noisy builders who track mud and string extension cords everywhere- I’m not sure it’s a fair deal. However it inspired me to knit a cardigan to combat the chilly mornings. It features all the things that make a cardigan warm- plum-coloured yarn, cables, and a flattering design. The cold snap has also inspired me to make another pair of fingerless mitts because my existing ones clash rather horribly with most of my work clothes. The fingerless mitts must be related to the cardigan as they are also plummy and cabled. They’re probably flattering too, but only because I’m not sure that gloves can be unflattering without great effort to make them so.

I am also frantically churning out lace projects. A friend of mine cornered me recently and, with a dangerous glint in her eye, said ‘I love your knitted things and my birthday’s coming up soon‘. I’m a little worried that I’ll get to her party and will be stopped at the door and asked to produce knitwear before I’m allowed in, so she will get the much-desired knitted item. She also happens to be a fun person to knit for. Hopefully the gift will be as pretty and unique and stylish as the rest of her clothes. I shan’t say anything else about it on the off chance that she stumbles across this blog post. I am also making a shawl to wear to her party because the dress I plan to wear is a lovely beaded flapper dress in a colour that makes me look like I’ve been dead for six months. So I’m hoping a dark-coloured shawl will break things up and avoid any fears of a zombie infestation. And what a colour it is! Such a beautiful yarn I have never before met. Imagine going to a fancy five-star restaurant and ordering a dessert with with caramel and berry gourmet sauces, and a glass of wine of the deepest red. Imagine it all glinting in the candlelight. That’s what colour the yarn is.