my Rhinebeck sweater

Now I’m back to my normal, cooler climate its time to pull out the serious knitwear.  And light the fire in the evenings again (joy!), something that Penny seemed to particularly approve of last night…

With 15 seconds to get dressed this morning before we all ran outside I grabbed my Artichoke French by the lovely Laura Nelkin that I managed to get finished up in Shetland a few weeks ago.  Wow this thing is cosy!  It has thumbholes! And lovely cables!  I have only good things to say about this pattern and design.

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I look either moody or silly in most of the photos for some reason, I really do love it in every way!  There was a plan to take some new smiley ones, but I am overjoyed that as things are still going to plan, the fit of the sweater now is um, not quite the way it was intended to be and its verging on being unfit to wear in public.  Completely fine for working in at home, and it keeps my hands cosy while I type.

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If you’re going to Rhinebeck this weekend I hope you have a lovely time!  Breathe in those wool fumes for me!  I’ve made a start on another sweater from Ysolda’s new book.  Well, the actual plan was to knit the whole thing on holiday and I carted 10 balls of yarn around in my suitcase.  It turns out that knitting a wool sweater while lying on a sun lounger beside a pool wasn’t really that smart an idea, so I’m working away slowly now I’m home!  And so, progress on my Pumpkin Ale, though there’s a little more of it now –

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Working for Ysolda has some nice perks, like getting patterns a little early…but soon they will be available for knitters everywhere!  Both my sweaters are knit in New Lanark, the chunky for Artichoke French and the DK for Pumpkin Ale.  Maybe a little samey, but as its spun just 20 minutes drive from my house I’m not too bothered, and its lovely to knit with too…

nestling back home

I’m home.  We went for a little relaxing trip, which got extended at each end as we visited family.  In two weeks, I took one photograph, and its not a particularly good one –

 

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A lot has changed in two weeks, especially when you leave as the seasons are changing.  We got home to leaves, leaves and more leaves, different colours and ripening pumpkins in the garden.  I had to buy a warmer jacket, and now walking Penny by the river is delightful.  She seems equally delighted that things have returned to normal and her people are home.

We got home to surprises too.  Imagine opening your front door, to see that your rickety old, marked and hand-knit sock-snagging hall floorboards had been magically replaced with solid oak flooring, completely perfect, beautiful and homely.  I gaped at it from the doorstep and wept.  I am nowhere near done with showering my father-in-law and Mr Saz in kisses.

That wasn’t even everything – all our internal doors had been taken down, made to fit properly and rehung.  I have been so used to kicking the bottom of the doors to make them close I didn’t even notice I was doing it.  My garage now looks like a garage/workshop, rather than a room with the sole purpose of housing a huge pile of crap.  There is a new, sturdy chicken run which I can see the ladies eyeing up excitedly, they’ll be moved there at the weekend.

All this, the beginning of my favourite season, and knowing that things are still fine.  I feel so lucky.