The good North
Went North at the weekend. Which seemed like the sensible thing to do. Friday was just disorientatingly hot. Not that nice at all. We took the cheap slow London Midland train out. Certainly cheap. But took nigh on three hours. Not the best way to be honest.
Nantwhich was nice though. Stocked up on wool from Mary on Saturday. Mary has a stall in the market hall. Mary was just about the nicest lady ever & we had a good natter about knitting. Mary & Mrs H have encouraged me to start a proper project, so I'm going to start of a tank top. The phrase simple was used, not to describe me, but just to smooth the way for foolhardy attempts at making my own things. It sounds simple enough. Ribbing, garter, some finishing I can't so, but sure I could get some help with.
I am currently making a scarf.
Stripey bastards. I have a clutch of these already.
Came home with some bounty from Mr H's allotment.
Had a frankly idiotic argument with Stu this morning which culminated in me leaving for work without him.
Then at lunchtime, passport photos. Just horrible. I know I'm not winning any beauty pagents soon. But even for me these are bad & I was in such a crapppy mood after fighting with Stu I couldn't be bothered to have them redone. I might go again tomorrow. I am vain enough to be depressed by such things & have no wish to be depressed everytime I try & go on holiday.
Nantwhich was nice though. Stocked up on wool from Mary on Saturday. Mary has a stall in the market hall. Mary was just about the nicest lady ever & we had a good natter about knitting. Mary & Mrs H have encouraged me to start a proper project, so I'm going to start of a tank top. The phrase simple was used, not to describe me, but just to smooth the way for foolhardy attempts at making my own things. It sounds simple enough. Ribbing, garter, some finishing I can't so, but sure I could get some help with.
I am currently making a scarf.
Stripey bastards. I have a clutch of these already.
Came home with some bounty from Mr H's allotment.
Had a frankly idiotic argument with Stu this morning which culminated in me leaving for work without him.
Then at lunchtime, passport photos. Just horrible. I know I'm not winning any beauty pagents soon. But even for me these are bad & I was in such a crapppy mood after fighting with Stu I couldn't be bothered to have them redone. I might go again tomorrow. I am vain enough to be depressed by such things & have no wish to be depressed everytime I try & go on holiday.