I just spent time with my beautiful girl, who I won't see much, once the Quilt Show gets underway this week. We didn't take photos, but I was reminded that I hadn't posted these photos of a scarf I made last week.
It's in a simple tuck-stitch, with 2 yarns of slightly different brown tones knitted together. The colour is a rich shade of cappucino... None of my photos captured the subtlety or complexity of the colour, which is a shame. It's lovely.
I love the waffly, spongey texture of this tuck-stitch pattern. I haven't washed, blocked or felted it because I love SQUEEZING it and stretching it in different directions. It's very tactile stuff.
The bloke - dubbed "Mr Wintergarden" because of his current obsession with tending the sleeping winter bastja* - obediently wears the scarf. (*Macedonian for veggie patch).
(I don't think he gets the squeezing, tactile thing. I might reclaim the scarf.)
The sky was grey outside today. The news was full of tragedy, gloom and yet another talented young person's life ended too soon. We stayed cocooned in our lounge room. We had roast chicken mid-afternoon because we couldn't wait until dinnertime. We relished in the don't-feel-like-doing-anything-(so-we-won't) downtime and cancelled all plans for housework or supermarket shopping.
Haunted by the horror in Norway this weekend, I soaked up every ounce of ordinary family Sunday that I could. My heart aches for families who won't have the chance to do that again.