I have run away. Never fear dear reader, this is not a permanent thing. My charmed life of gardening, dog walking, and making had started to feel like Groundhog Day. There were cheap tickets to London, and The Hairy Man was at sea (literally, not figuratively) so I booked. Then The Hairy Man came home; so he is there, and I am here. In a coffee shop in Islington.
Stuff has been happening. Well, making has been happening. I finished Trillian. I'm so pleased with the finished shawl; but, my word this was a boring knit. Trillian is the sort of pattern that I should have kept handy for auxillery travel knitting, not as my main knitting project. A crochet friend asked if it would make a good first knitting project. It is easy enough for a beginner; but I suggested that she go for an instant gratification project, unless she was a particularly patient person. It always worries me when beginner knitters say they are making a scarf. I tried making a scarf... once.
The yarn is lovely stuff. It came from the Yarn Garden booth at Woolfest. The colours are wonderful, and given the chance I would own a lot more of it.
And Tour de Fleece has been going on. You'll remember that my goal was to spin all that Southdown top, and have all the singles finished by the end of the tour. I did do that. And I haven't spun since. I've not been put off spinning for life. It's just hot, and I can see myself back at the wheel next time it rains. In the meantime the turkish has been tucked in my handbag in case the mood strikes.
I'd wanted this trip to be more of a cultural tour than a shopping trip, but I've already been to Loop and started a new pair of socks. That's the holiday knitting taken care of, now on with the culture!