Knitting for One #6

It’s getting closer, Christmas I mean, the tree is up and the house is looking rather festive. I really am falling behind now though, this recovery malarky is very time consuming, the cards aren’t even posted yet, oh dear. So much wrapping still to be done too and my elves seem rather tired, think I’ve wiped them out.

As I have mentioned earlier I am a selfish knitter, I have made the odd scarf or socks for a friend but I do tend to make sure I am knitting for myself, but it turns out I have offended my other half as he so kindly pointed out while having coffee with friends. “She has never made anything for me” he says, I was stuck for words, what can you say to that. I am trying to amend this at the moment. I have two balls left from my latest project so a hat for hubby is in the process. I do hope he likes it because it may be the last knitted item he receives for a long time.




Knitting for One #5

Argh, another crazy week, no wonder this month is so high for suicides, how can a person cope with all the stress that comes with living nowadays? Getting by is tough on a normal month but wow this one is by far the most difficult.

This week we said goodbye to a dear family member, he was such a light in many people’s life , but depression took him at the tender age of 28. This kind of sadness shows me that my worries about my teenager are so small and really not worth losing sleep over.

So as if recovering from a hernia op, bringing up a teenager, losing a family member and Christmas isn’t enough to contend with I also forget that I have jury duty and I’m due in court this morning, oh dear.

So I phone the court to let them know I’m ill, and they tell me to email my forms from the doctor, “no problem” I say, only to find that my scanner isn’t working so I struggle to my parents house and my mum kindly puts the info onto a USB, I come home only to discover that my emails won’t send. What! Could this get any worse today, already in quite a lot of pain I now have to go back to my mums and send it from there. Well it’s all done now and I’m home having a seat at last.

I mean really, do you ever feel like everything is stacked up against you and nothing goes right?

Now I am reaching for my knitting, my sanity, my joy, of course there are some of you out there thinking “it’s only wool and needles”, but it certainly isn’t, it is a precious craft that hopefully won’t be lost to the next generation, if only more people would take up knitting as it really is such a calming reassuring and positive pastime that I can’t get enough of. I wish I could persuade more of my family and friends to join me but its not happening, my persuading powers suck.

Ill keep trying though, you never know.

Knitting for One #4


Waffle Blanket

Okay, here is my blanket so far and guess what? I have ran out of wool, argh!

I had just had my hernia operation when I started this project, with a wool that is no longer available, so maybe the painkillers made me a little daft as I thought I had plenty of wool for this beautiful blanket, but it turns out I have enough for half a blanket. After considerable searching I have found someone who will maybe sell some of her stash on Ravelry, it’s even the same dye lot, so I’m just waiting for a reply. Fingers and toes are crossed at the moment, I’ll get back to one of my jumpers which I am knitting with Sublime wool, this wool is just a treat to work with so I suppose its not all bad.

As if rebelling teenagers and recovering from an op isn’t enough to contend with I now have what I consider to be a knitting disaster on my hands!

Knitting for One #3

As this week has went on I have managed to do most of the Christmas shopping, ground my daughter for life, start another project (just a wee hat) and look, sometimes salivate at all the lovely yarns and needles that I want from Santa, oh I have also entered every competition I can find that entails winning yarn.

Quite productive don’t you think?

I suppose I should think about getting the tree up, well, ask everyone else to put the tree up as I am still recovering, and every time I do something I probably shouldn’t I need extra painkillers so I hope everyone won’t mind me ordering them about. It’s a shame I can’t get them to write the Christmas cards but I can still write.