at last, I'm blogging!

Ok, so I optimistically put up this blog, and then suddenly it is half way through March, and I am still just an idea lost in the ether.

.....so I will just start, and maybe just maybe something will take shape from the tangle....

...being a born again knitter implies a fall from the faith, so I figured it would make sense (to me at least) to look back at my earliest wool related memories. You know the stuff I mean .....beloved but misguided sweater choices, be-loathed then but fondly remembered now pieces that ruined your day to day life at school, but now fill you with a warm glow of having been truly and properly loved.

So, frogging the fabric of my wooly personal history - the skirt suit, a matching pair for my sister and I, despite our not being twins - she got the blue (because she has blonde hair) and I got the peach and terracotta - skirt, sweater, and waistcoat. Now of course I feel really bad about this, now knowing how long and determinedly my Mum laboured over these pieces for us ...... and then there was the pastel 'foxglove ' jacket, with 3d foxgloves and a background of green horizon and blue sky (I actually requested this, but also wore it to rags - I was much older by then, but had no fashion sense whatsoever, I mean NONE, NOT A JOT - and I suppose I have to concede that this may not have changed...) and it is only in retrospect that it makes my guts churn with embarrassment. Actually that feels much worse than be an ungrateful, spoilt child. It will come back to bite me - and soon - because I am dangerously close to knitting 'the boyfriend sweater', and we all know that this is playing with relationship fire.

There is also the Kaffe Fassett design that a friend requested many years ago (good god, about 15 years ago!), and that I blithely embarked on without swatching, that one is still languishing somewhere in the depths of a blanket box, waiting to be made into a HUGE floor cushion - I ran out of yarn before I could get started on the sleeves.

Or the only other item of clothing (recent socks and hats aside) I have ever knitted, an original design in heavy cotton, which I dyed myself, and though I did make a chart for the abstractish design, once again there was a size issue.

So anyway, here I am, back at the needles with the heated fervour of the re-born. There is a lot of tinking and frogging going on, especially lately, as I am obsessed with ridding my (admirably small but rather eclectic) stash of an impulse bargain buy of several 100g balls of custard yellow Country Style DK. It is a self imposed exercise in discipline and character building privation. And it may just be enough to stave off future disastrous yarn purchases based on bargain bucket pricing.

There will be photos.....soon, I promise.