When I got home yesterday there was a parcel waiting which contained this:
A little crochet bag for holding yarn when you’re knitting out and about. This was from Claire/Novice, my secret summer santa, who said that she had waited so long for the recycled sari silk to arrive that she had completely forgotten about it, despite having made it specially. I haven’t tried it yet as I’ve only knitted on the sofa yesterday and today, but I’m sure it will be very useful as I quite often knit in the car and it will stop the yarn rolling under the pedals or getting caught around the handbrake (or getting absolutely filthy from all the sandwich crumbs which seem to have accumulated in the footwells, on the seats, on the dashboard – you name it!) Claire also included the left-over yarn as she thought I might want to dye it and would need to do a test-run, which was very thoughtful. I have never done a dyeing test-run in my life, much preferring to leap straight in and have a
terrible shock lovely surprise afterwards. The colour, although not one of my current favourites, reminds me of those long-ago days when I used to pirouette, jete and saute around the dance floor, performing the odd (and I do mean odd) arabesque en route. It’s exactly the colour I used to use for darning the ends of my pointe shoes when I did ballet. Aaaah, the memories.
I’ve now finished my other little crochet project, but still don’t know if I should be discussing it or not. In the meantime, a sneak preview:
I know they’re not very clear pictures, but hopefully all will be revealed in the not-too-distant future.
I’m now on two week’s leave from work YIPPEEEEEEEEE!
We’re not going on a “proper” holiday but we will be getting about a bit. A few days near Weston-Super-Mare (or Weston-Super-Lame, as Bethany calls it), a few days with my parents and of course, mon ami, ze leetle “voyage d’un jour” to Dieppe (eight hours on a ferry for five hours in France. Mad? Probably).