Stretching her wings

Every so often a pattern will go viral through the knittingverse. Usually it’s available free, or really cleverly constructed, or quirky. Something about it just catches the attention and says ” make me … now!”

Wingspan is one of those patterns

and when The Girl decided to make one, as a step up from phone covers and other small things,I thought I’d be a good mum [ picture the maternal halo shining brightly ] and give her some brilliantly jewel toned Noro Silk Garden Sock [ lambswool, silk, kid mohair and a bit of nylon ] out of the stash.

Noro is funny stuff.

People either love it or hate it.

I love it … most of the time

Brilliant colours, long tonal changes, great fibre mixes … but [ I know you just heard that but coming ] … strangely coarse until its first wash, often full of vegetable matter, and, rather strangely, in my view, for a high price point yarn – often sporting mutliple knots-per-ball which interfere with the colour sequence, usually because a whole section’s been omitted.

Still I had three balls and she only needed one, so it was a safe bet that we could work around any joins.

Of which there was one.

Which we coped with,

and Nadie got to practice her Russian joins.

She actually finished it a few weeks ago, but I haven’t blogged about it because I was waiting for her to pop it on her own blog.

Hasn’t happened.


Just gorgeous, yes ?

Anyway, because of her wrist injury, The Girl works slowly, with rest breaks, and this wasn’t whipped up anything like overnight.

When it was finally done, she handed it to me for, I thought, help with weaving in the ends.


It’s mine


I should probably make sure that she always has ‘the good stuff’ to work with … just in case.


Tiny Treasures

Nadie is always telling me ” I hope you’ve written all this down” when I show her some piece of family memorabilia, and yes, a lot of it is labelled as to what and who … but some isn’t

and it occurred to me that the blog represents an excellent way of documenting some of this ‘stuff’ [ and hopefully some of you will find it interesting in some way ]

so I’m starting with something that has absolutely no commercial value whatsoever

but it/they are priceless to me

More years ago than I’m prepared to own up to here, my mother made several pairs of these bootees, each pair in a marginally different size, for her firstborn – which would be moi – to wear home from the hospital as a newborn. These were the smallest pair she made, on UK size 14 or 15 needles [ I forget now what she said – see the importance of writing this stuff down ? ] which would be 1.75mm or 2mm. Ridiculously small.

Your average newborn bootee is about 3 1/2″ long. These measure just over 2″, and apparently they fell off me. I weighed just over 5 pounds so it’s understandable.

Over the ensuing years  Mum and [ or so I believe ]  the Aunts, used the same pattern over and over to make bootees for my brother and cousins as they arrived, although never again was a pair quite as small as these.

In the fullness of time, and because Mum would’ve had a pink fit if I didn’t, I used the same pattern for the bootees that my babes wore home from hospital

and then somehow Mum’s ‘family tradition’ skipped my mind when I was knitting for the arrival of #1 grandson.

On the morning after he arrived, it suddenly surfaced into what is laughingly referred to as my brain, and some serious and frantic rummaging in the keepsake boxes ensued. All I can say is thank goodness my mother trained me up well in the ways of keeping everything, because, as a consequence of that early training, Master Riley David was able to go home from hospital in the same pair of these bootees that his father, uncle, and aunt, had worn so many years before.

and, just in case anyone ever needs it,  I do still have that battered, much-mended old pattern book.

Three of Six

More from Nadie’s marathon modelling session

Pharaoh-ese [ an Egyptian take on a Faroese shawl ]


US 9 – 5.5 mm
Bendigo Woollen Mills Luxury 8ply – 1 ball 400m –  dyed with Landscapes Dye in Wild Rasberry, Sarsparilla, Clematis and one of the dark blues – forget which

I wanted a simple lace shawl in the traditional Faroese shape and couldn’t find quite the one I wanted, so made it up as I went along with the help of my Harmony Stitch Guide and a bit of maths and a large dollop of wishful thinking

…and , no,  nothing written down
Once it was finished and blocked, it seemed to take on an Egyptian feel – the feathered wings of Isis, and that arrowhead lace variation in the centre back panel suspiciously like the jackal head of Anubis.

I could claim to have planned it that way but we know differently, don’t we ?


I’m still here

amd we’re all fine … now

but I’ve had a frantic week …

some good [ knitting, quilting and a houseful of friends in various permutations and combinations from Thursday until a couple of hours ago ]

some bad [ inappropriate cat behaviour, local flooding, and the ‘adventure’ of being attacked by some exceedingly waspish wasps. For the record, and the benefit of those who didn’t know, paper wasps are nasty aggressive little beggars and their stings hurt like buggery ]

australian paper wasps [ google image ]

tomorrow I’m off down to Melbourne for a speaking engagement

so expect normal blogging to resume Tuesday – or tomorrow night if I haven’t collapsed.