I haven't knit since Thursday. Partly by design, and partly due to the large amounts of alcohol consumed on the weekend. I have been spinning though. I've just finished the singles for Vinelle - I've taken Friday off work so I can get it all plied up this weekend.
Having made the decision not to take my knitting to the pub on Saturday - partly due to a desire to rest my hands, but mainly because I am doing a chart on the cardigan I am working on, and it wouldn't have mixed well with a social, beer filled afternoon- I took my spindle. This is the lace weight that I am going to ply with some Wensleydale that I am going to spin next, on the wheel:
It's actually lots of different colours, although you can't see that because the outer wrapping is all gold. I'm loving using the spindle again. Walking around, taking it with me, the whole act of spindling I find very freeing. I'm having so much fun I ordered a Turkish spindle from Ist, which should be arriving any day now.
In meditation it's said that the pause between the in breath and the out breath is a gap, a space to rest. Well, I'm in that in-between space for reading, listening and knitting. This is a random photo of a highlight of my week - I filled up my lolly jar. These are just supermarket party mix. During the lockdowns, we sources a great pick-and-mix delivery service, but at some point they started sending from the UK, which is a bit silly. Rachey messaged me a new one she found, and I impulsed purchased a kilo of mixed lollies, and then she sent me a link to the biggest lolly shop in Melbourne, which also delivers sweets by the kilogram, so i think I'm sorted for the rest of the year! In reading I've just finished The Beckoning Lady by Margery Allingham . It's the second last book in the Summer of Mystery, and I have to admit, having now read nine Margery Allingham books, that they are OK. I wouldn't have read them if they were not connected to this club, but on...
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