*taps fingers*
I’ve finally given in and ordered some Cascade 220 for that Central Park Hoodie. *taps fingers*. I only ordered it on Sunday. But know my Clapotis is all but finished (yuk – finishing) I want to start something new.
I could finish my mittens of course, but that would be sensible!
In other news, I am sick. Bleugh.
In further news, I have been sewing some elfish skirts for my housemate, who has hilariously got herself a christmas job in a grotto!
In even more news….
actually there isn’t any more news. I lied. Sorry.
*taps fingers*
I have been doing some actual knitting!
I have been knitting a second clapotis. Made from Debbie Bliss Baby Cashmerino, it is striped red and grey.
It’s very very soft.
The weather seems to have suddenly got significantly colder. I hate the cold, it makes me sad. But it means I get to knit pretty things to wear. I haven’t had much time to knit lately, but as I might be unemployed in January I can see myself more than making up for it. I didn’t know if the stripes would work, but I think it looks ok?
I am so so bad at updating here.
I haven’t really been doing anything knitting wise. I had so many plans that have all come to nothing. Unfortunately I have a lot of course work to do, but I will probably become unemployed soon so should have plenty of time to do some knitting…
I’m on Ravelry now (Barabara if you want to add me).
So, um, it turns out I’m going to be starting a masters course in October.
Museums and Galleries: The History of Textiles and Dress, at the Winchester School of Arts (University of Southampton).
Lately, I have been thinking about design. More specifically I have been wondering whether I will ever have the capacity to design. I am not very intelligent, but I enjoy textile work and it appears to be something I have a vague natural aptitude for. That is, until I come to designing. I have ideas, I have lots of ideas. But I can never get them from paper to reality. I expect that it is technical knowledge I am lacking. (As usual).
Until very recently I had a tendency to be very hard on myself when I could not do something. I appear to see myself in a very harsh light. This is probably a good thing as it gives me a clear view of my own limitations. At the same time it often means I don’t try new things because I am afraid of how I will feel if I fail.
I have been trying to change my style. I got bored with the old Me. I expect I will just end up the same. But perhaps with nicer clothes.
