OK, I’m going back in…
Sunday 6th November 2011
On Friday, I thought: I think I’ll pack up doing this blog. But, for the following reasons, I clearly haven’t.
Guess what happened to me this morning? You never will. A man, wearing a brown corduroy jacket and
a fedora – honestly! – stepped off the pavement and into the road, which was the A38, to let me pass. I was out running, he was out walking. Suicidal, yes, but so chivalrous. But also, and mainly, what are the chances of me meeting a lovely chap like that,
in a fedora? I swear this is the truth, or let me never place another bead or turn another heel. Which just goes to show, you can’t judge a chap by his choice of hat! Now, if I didn’t do the blog, I wouldn’t be able to tell you all about this amazing coincidence and I really wanted to!
Guess what happened to me yesterday? This is easier for you to guess. I ran the last workshop for 2011 here at Court Cottage and it was such a lovely day. As you know, I’ve been knitting and designing little festive knits and this was the main purpose, to teach them at this event. Well, I had such a lovely day, which I always do when I teach but this was just the best fun, with an amazing group of knitters – 8 knitters plus me and Millington, who is my lovely assistant, and that’s a lot of bods in my teaching small space, really – and I really needed a day like that. Affirming. Full of energy. Positive.
I was especially pleased with my Ribbon Boutique:
which is in fact, a lot of ribbons hung up on a coat hanger – well, it worked!
This was the room before the workshop:
Behold the vast array of Kidsilk Haze (and the biscuit tin).
After the workshop – yeah, not so tidy, but workshops are all about everyone getting stuck in and you can’t do that without making a bit of yarn-mess. I love that. When, in years to come, this old house is made-over in one of its many incarnations, the discovery, in every nook, cranny, crevice and gap, of glittering beads and the odd sequin will doubtless make future generations speculate that a ball-room dancer once lived here. But no! Just me and my knitters.
Also, after the workshop, Millington overhauled the (eleventy-nine) bead and sequin stacking towers and re-ordered them, until quite late and I did this:
I like looking at shoes, especially these and it felt amazing to put my feet up, rest, and watch Millington at play, bless her. We have planned a Saturday soon when we will just light the fire, knit what we like and make a massive roasty dinner, with a proper pudding, featuring custard. All welcome!
So these are the reasons why I’m not packing anything up, I’m growing a new, improved and maybe slightly thicker layer of skin, and thanking the Knitting Gods for my good friends, those I’ve met and those I haven’t (yet).
And on that note, veils are drawn and so on…
which is in fact, a lot of ribbons hung up on a coat hanger – well, it worked!
This was the room before the workshop:
Behold the vast array of Kidsilk Haze (and the biscuit tin).
After the workshop – yeah, not so tidy, but workshops are all about everyone getting stuck in and you can’t do that without making a bit of yarn-mess. I love that. When, in years to come, this old house is made-over in one of its many incarnations, the discovery, in every nook, cranny, crevice and gap, of glittering beads and the odd sequin will doubtless make future generations speculate that a ball-room dancer once lived here. But no! Just me and my knitters.
Also, after the workshop, Millington overhauled the (eleventy-nine) bead and sequin stacking towers and re-ordered them, until quite late and I did this:
I like looking at shoes, especially these and it felt amazing to put my feet up, rest, and watch Millington at play, bless her. We have planned a Saturday soon when we will just light the fire, knit what we like and make a massive roasty dinner, with a proper pudding, featuring custard. All welcome!
So these are the reasons why I’m not packing anything up, I’m growing a new, improved and maybe slightly thicker layer of skin, and thanking the Knitting Gods for my good friends, those I’ve met and those I haven’t (yet).
And on that note, veils are drawn and so on…
Well, I for one am very glad you’re not shutting down your blog because I’ve only just discovered you! Via Fiona’s Knitting actually.
Although not an expert knitter by any means, I do love Kidsilk Haze and I love your patterns. Can’t buy any yet as currently I’m unemployed (but hopefully that’s only temporary).
I’m looking forward to reading lots more (and the Saturday you’re planning sounds just great). 😉
Excellent 🙂 I always enjoy reading your blog.
Yay to carrying on the blog! I’m so pleased you will continue to post – checking in here is a highlight of my day 🙂 Thanks again for a fab day on Saturday xxx
i’m shocked that you actually considered stopping blogging because of my comment? and glad that you aren’t, as i so enjoy seeing your projects and progress and various other fun life moments.
i think i’m still misunderstanding, though. your fedora story seems only to reinforce that you think that people can fairly be judged on their appearances. and would your tone have been so triumphant if the man had had visible tattoos? would the story have made the blog? would you even have noticed the nice deed of someone not in the fedora? or would that action have been all the more remarkable because the alternatively-dressed are so less able or likely or willing to do the ‘decent thing”?
my point continues to be that if we go out in the world expecting our prejudices to be confirmed, then they will be. that’s the problem with prejudices. they make it hard to see their opposite.
lovin’ the shoes…!
Oh my God, the horse is dead already Maria! This isn’t your blog and we don’t read it because we’re interested in what you’ve got to say – so please stop the sanctimonious bulls***!