Autumn has arrived, the trees are turning gold, the clocks have gone back, and my horoscope for the first two days of the week basically advised me to “Chill out with a book or a movie; nothing’s happening.”
On Monday, I tried to defy the inevitable and make decisions, work on my jumper, and force things to happen, then I got disappointed when nothing turned out right, thus the lack of a blog post to start the week. On Tuesday, I accepted my fate, toddled into town and bought some lovely spa-style bath salts, then came home, put on a face mask, and lay in the bath with Roy Wood. Well, not with Roy Wood, he wasn’t available, but with his greatest hits playing in the background.
My Heather Sweater has been particularly fatiguing. I knitted and unpicked the four rows where the armhole and neck shaping start an uncountable number of times across the course of three days, each time starting with the right number of stitches and inexplicably ending up with the wrong number. As you can see from my photo, I have resorted to using two row counters to keep track of where I am, and I still seem to be unpicking two rows for every three I knit. Progress is very slow. In fact, it’s like one of my favourite scenes in the Star Wars movies – the one in “Revenge of the Sith” where Anakin Skywalker has fallen in the lava flow and painfully inches his way up the cinder beach.
At least I have found a top which will work very well underneath the Heather Sweater, come the wonderful day when I finish it. And I know what I want to knit next, so perhaps I just have to wait for the stars to come back into a better alignment and everything will slip neatly into place.
I am making sure to pick up plenty of these packs of tights from Marks and Spencer, which are an ideal match for my wardrobe basics. It doesn’t usually work out that well and I’m secretly a little worried that they have a camera fitted inside my wardrobe….
Even if my own progress is nothing to write home about, my African Violet is thriving and has put out some buds despite my lacklustre horticultural skills. Perhaps it is a sign that things are just about to take an upturn.