Actual knitting progress has been slow, but I’ve been going great guns on thinking about knitting which is the same thing. Okay, no it isn’t, but we’ll just grab our positivity where we can find it. As I mentioned on Wednesday, I’ve made a start on the leg of my sock and I’m watching with enjoyment as the pattern printed on this Katia sock yarn unfolds. The picture on the ball band doesn’t do it justice, looking like swirling, blurry bands of colour where this one has distinct designs to some of the stripes.
I’ve come to a decision about the secret knitting project now and I’m keen to make a re-start. I’m going to cobble something together based on a familiar pattern then adding in some design elements I particularly liked from the abandoned Knitted Yurt project. Fingers crossed this will be just the ticket and I’ll power on through it. The weather forecast for this locality is on the chillier side of our summer temperatures so I should be comfortable to get a bit of knitting in.
I’ve walked up to the same part of town twice this week. On my first walk, I took some quick snaps with my phone of the lovely plants and trees I saw. As I had reason to return the following day with a bit more time, I took my DLSR camera with me to get some better shots.
This Magnolia tree certainly lives up to its “Grandiflora” title, with flowers as big as plates. As they wither, the flowers turn in colour from milky-white to milky-tea and their texture from wax to craft paper. It truly is a stunning tree, made all the more appealing by being situated in a picturesque area outside the cathedral walls and close to the river.
Further along on my walk, at one of the many churches along the route, I came across perhaps my favourite combination – flowers juxtaposed against a harsh manmade object, in this case iron railings. I’m a sucker for such opportunities, loving the contrast between nature (although the churchyard planting probably owes little nature) and industry, especially when the industrial element has a bit of decay as with the rusty railings here.
As we head into the weekend, I’m already making plans for the things I should write about next week. I feel an ink comparison bubbling very close to the surface – between two similar shades of green ink with potentially a third one added into the mix because it’s a particular favourite of mine. That said, it would send the number of pens I’ve got inked into the stratosphere and I have to ask myself whether that is a good idea. I’ll probably ask myself that question just as I’m testing out the third pen. In fact, the simple act of writing the question down has made me realise I don’t even need to ask myself. It’s all I can do to stop myself from dashing out to the kitchen right now with empty pens and bottles of ink, abandoning the keyboard mid-sentence. My resolve to keep only three pens inked at any one time has gone out of the window and is halfway to Bolivia. See you soon……