It all started so innocently. I just popped into Bunty's Wool Shop in West Ealing, after buying fruit and veg in the Saturday market and getting caught in the rain. It was both an excuse to get out of the rain and a chance to pick the Jaegar caramel wool I needed to finish Rabbit No.1 (which ran out after two floppy ears). I was pleased to find a good muddy pink wool which would be ideal for a pig for Maggie as well as the Jaegar wool - which means I don't have to trek to John Lewis in Oxford Street, where I bought the original ball.
Flushed with this success, and the surprise beauty treatments I'd afforded myself as both a treat and a way out of the bucketing rain, I decided to consider a new me-centric project. Perhaps, I reasoned, this was why I had recently been dishearted with all knitting recently. Simple it sounds. Simple it was not.
So three hours later (I kid you not) I have come out with TWO jumper patterns (actually one book of patterns which I want one jumper patter from and one sheet pattern) which I plan to merge into one bastardized sweater and three balls of mock-kid wool, two other balls for alternative projects and a mighty dent in my visa bill. (Which would have been significantly bigger if I'd bought the real kid wool.)
It was still raining when I came out.
3 comments:
ha ha! Ring me when you are up
Explain to me why the map shows over ten readers in Norway (Norway?? cool) but they don't show up on the extreme tracker?
I've absolutely no idea.
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