How odd - the blog has turned into a parade of finished objects, with no indication of works in progress.
Maybe that all happens over on Instagram now, because it is so quick and easy.
I am Theroobeedoo if you are over there too.
Needless to say, life has been going on.
I try to stay away from The Archive, but sometimes it calls to me.
It was FL's birthday on Sunday, so I paid a visit to The Tree and planted more poppy seedlings, in the hope that a few will thrive. There ought to be an entire poppy-field up there by now. Maybe they will surprise me next year.
I wrote to a girl, in the belief that he had an affair with her in the 1980's. Just to let her know he was gone.
"If it had been me I would have wanted to know" is what I said.
I wrote it kindly, with good intentions.
No reply so far.
Either my super-sleuthing has traced the wrong woman, or she doesn't want to acknowledge the past. It doesn't matter.
But I meant what I said. It was one of my greatest fears when we were apart, that he would die and nobody would let me know.
Now I am the keeper of The Archive and I feel a responsibility to tell the others.
Moving forward, I am looking forward to my first holiday on my own.
I am off to a knitting hotel by the seaside.
I will tell you all about it when I get back.
It includes a trip to a wool festival - so exciting!
I aim to pack lightly, so it seemed like a good time to join the Summer of Socks Knitalong.
I can't imagine having the concentration to knit brioche in a group situation, so P-Rex may have to stay at home.
And my True Friend sweater has stalled at the point where I have pick up stitches along the side of the "bib".
I seem to be incapable of getting it right.
So it all about the socks, and the first Shawl Society pattern, Talisman, by Helen Stewart of Curious Handmade.
I am using a cake of gorgeous Urban Hints gradient by The Wool Kitchen, from Wild and Woolly Shop, in the colourway Indigo.
I am saving the cast-on for my holiday - woo hoo!
I'll buy you a stick of rock ;)