Weekend pootling

I love that word, "pootling," it is so descriptive, it almost feels onomatopoeic. My life seems not to have been pootling, however, it seems to be whizzing. Whizzing and whirling past me.

Still, there has been enough time for some sock knitting. The yarn is an Admiral R Druck crazy coloured yarn that I probably bought online in a moment of madness. It looks better knitted up rather than still in the ball. It makes me imagine a homestead somewhere in the mid-west. Deserts and oases and fields and livestock.

A panoramic city view for a friend's 30th. I know it isn't old-old, but it is strange to think that we are all turning thirty. Still, the cashiers at the local shop seemed determined to not let me get too complacent at this great age; I was asked for proof of age when buying a cocktail mix there just two days ago.

Which brings me to this rather wonderful quote which was on the wall at Hatchard's, Piccadilly. Excuse the poorly executed phone picture. It says, "Nobody ought to write books before they're thirty. I hate precocity." Nancy Mitford, Wigs On The Green. Good to know I have a little while longer to be precocious then.

Last, but not least, I concluded the shell display in my bathroom, having retrieved a box of shells from my parents'. I believe some of them came from Aden, but that's another story entirely.

An Aran Hat For A Little Head

The Excellent Host and Hostess had a little boy. Since I have established a trend with them of knitting for their offspring (their oldest, Master Incredible, received Raja, and a rocket (not pictured), I produced a little something for this New Little Head.

Travelling cables on a moss stitch background.

Rib fold back edge.

With a little pointy top.

And, more excitingly, apparently it fits! (Although the Excellent Hostess declares it is not big enough for her head.)

A Cabled Jumper

The Typographer and the Wedding Dressmaker had a little baby boy (I have not met him, so although his parents have given him a name, he does not have a blog name yet.)

To celebrate his arrival into the world, I made him a little jumper.

Sailor buttons, because they are "in" at the moment.

Navy and cream, because I think it will look sweet.

However, he is quite a big lad already, so I shall wait and see if it fits. If it does not I shall make another.

A Jumper For The Computer Geek

A long time ago, I was trying to persuade the Computer Geek that he needed to throw out a jumper that was falling apart at the seams. He has an attachment to anything that was ever once in his possession, and does not like to dispose of things. He promised if I made one just like it, then I could throw out the old one.

However, said jumper was unusual and made in cotton. Cotton is not fun to knit with. 3 years, and many episodes of RSI, later... It has been finished.

I still don't think he's going to throw out the old one...

Look what I got!

For which I am so very grateful and pleased.

The whole haul. That bright sunflower? From the Queen of Sheba.

Close up on the books - a wonderful collection of what my life is (and a bit of what I wish it only was) - God on top, some sewing, some cooking, some knitting and domestic organisation.

And this? This is an AMAZING halterneck apron, covered in Nasturtiums designed and made for me by the Kindred Spirit.

Raja the King of Elephants

From Elefante by Susan B. Anderson