Tony and I used to know this couple, both middle aged gruff Yorkshire people, and the wife wrote poetry (quite appalling poetry at that). She insisted on reading it to you when you visited their house, and those poems went on forever. Anyway, this one day, she read some poetry and then her husband said, in his dry Yorkshire voice, “The thing with poetry is, you either LOVE it, or you HATE it.” Tony said, “How do you feel about it then?” and he shrugged his shoulders and said, “oh, I can take it or leave it.”

Which has nothing to do with today’s post, but it makes me laugh every time I remember it. What I wanted to talk to you about today is Ravelry. I have to confess, I spend a large part of every day on Ravelry. And I love it. Can’t imagine how we every lived without it. But at the same time, I think I hate it too. It’s the Place That Time Forgot. Seriously, I pop on to Ravelry to check my groups, and three hours later the woodstove has gone out, and the dinner hasn’t been started, and I’m feverishly looking at cardigan patterns, just one more page and then I’ll stop.

I am the Queen of Indecision, and Ravelry is not a place where you can afford to be indecisive. Just as soon as I’ve cast on for one project, I spot another one even more irresistable. What should I do with those 10 skeins of Jaeger Luxury Tweed? A cable vest? A shawl? Oooh, maybe I should get a few more colours and do something Fair Isle! Although if I’m going to do that, shouldn’t I use a yarn that will steek better? Let’s see, what yarns do people recommend for Fair Isle…… mmm, Rowanspun, don’t I have some of that, although come to think of it, that would make a splendid Hemlock Ring blanket, and I could do with a nice throw for the living room……. Ooh, look, a Noro blanket! Maybe I should start one of those.

Oh dear, I think I need some intervention. Or I may never finish anything the rest of my life. Next time you see me on Ravelry, tell me to Get Out and Get On With My Knitting. Please!!!

If I Wasn’t Me…..

Do you ever play this game? If I wasn’t me, I’d be…… Feel free to join in!

If I wasn’t me, I’d be………..

Called….. Poppy

Dressed….. boho casual, with a scarf around my head and bare feet

Working….. as a baker with my own little cake shop

Living….. in a quirky little apartment in New York

Having fun….. shopping at flea markets, drinking coffee in sidealk cafes, going to poetry readings  

Planning….. to take a year off and drive through every state in the US

Dreaming….. of writing a book chronicling my trip, which I would hand illustrate

Remembering….. my year in Paris, training as a pastry chef

Thinking….. that love makes the world go round

Your turn!

My Babies All Grown Up

It’s about time we had a kitty report, don’tcha think?!? My two little ones are not so little any more. Squeak is pretty much full grown now, a beautiful sleek lithe cat. Pip is a little barrel chested short legged podgy bellied monkey of a cat, heavier than Squeak and Jaffa, with the prettiest little face and funniest ways. He’s such a sweetheart, he trots around after us all day long, asking to be picked up and carried. He likes nothing better than riding around on Tony’s shoulder. He has the funniest little miaow, unlike any cat I’ve ever heard before. It’s a bit like when a teenage boy’s voice is breaking – he opens his mouth, and this cracked wobbly noise comes out. Tony reckons he is trying to talk to us like humans talk. Maybe that sounds silly, but he is the most intelligent little thing.

Squeak is a very nervous cat, he has a perpetually worried look on his little face. But when it comes to food, all his nerves vanish. That cat is such a little piggy!!! Whenever we eat he’s on the scrounge, and any scraps we put down for the boys are immediately appropriated by Squeak, and carried away to be growled over and chomped. The other two don’t stand a chance while he’s around.

And how about Jaffa? He’s doing really well, happier than he’s been since Snicks died. He’s really accepted the kittens now, and all three snuggle up together. We have a fleece radiator bed, really only built for one cat, but I caught all three of them piled into it the other day.

So I spent £45 on a huge fancy cat bed for them on Saturday, its a wicker bed on legs with a deep luxurious sheepskin cushion inside, and its so big I’m tempted to get it in myself. Needless to say they spent all yesterday sleeping on the floor…..

A Welcome Return

You’ve been very patient in the last few months, but I know that lots of you have been missing some of our old favourites, Emily, Laura, the chunkier Sophia. Well, here they finally all are! We’ve also got a new/old yarn for you, called Lisette. We stocked this a couple of years ago, I’m not sure why I stopped buying it in. It’s an aran weight single ply pure silk yarn, smooshy and sheeny and loves to be dyed. It was a joy to photograph too (in fact this week, all the yarn was cooperative in the photo shoot, for once, except for Sophia 4ply Phoenix, which insisted on screaming at the camera instead of pouting its lips.). Here are some of my favourites:

Eva 4ply Dryad

Laura Shipping Forecast

Emily Chinese Whispers

Lisette Tryst

Lisette Ritz

Laura Mansion

Laura Blizzard

The shop preview is now up. See you on Sunday at 7pm!

Sweet Temptation

It’s been a while since I did any lace knitting, and I’m starting to feel a craving for it. I bought myself three shawl books this week: Sharon Miller’s Shetland Hap Shawls, Nancy Bush’s Knitted Lace from Estonia, and Orenburg Shawls. Once I find the perfect pattern, I’ll be on the lookout for the right yarn. In the meantime, this is all yours…..

Miranda Iris

Sophia 2ply Comtessa

Sophia 2ply Fern

Eva 2ply Pool Party

Eva 2ply Primrose Path

Eva 4ply Steel (I know, its not lace weight, but how gorgeous would this be as a shawl?)

Lei Armada (ditto above!)

More previews tomorrow!