These are made from Emily by Posh Yarn, which is a mix of 80% lambswool, 10% angora and 10% cashmere.

I tried to make wildflower socks with this yarn in a size 4 UK, and it did look beautiful but the yarn ran short. So, I thought I would make a pair of simple socks for myself. I wanted to make it all out of the one skein. I even shortened the ankle to try and ensure that this happened. Again, the yarn ran short. This is the third time this has happened to me with this particular yarn. It really is lovely and has a lovely cushion to it and feels very soft, but for me anyway I always end up using more than one skein which then makes them very expensive socks.

When I realised that again I was going to be short, I raided my stash and I managed to produce a green version in a similar depth of hue to contrast with the pink, with which to stripe with. I think its worked very well. The socks are certainly very interesting to look at with their pooling and stripes. You might not be able to see this in that photo, but I gradually reduced the depth of the stripe towards the toe, which added another fun element.

And they are dreamy to wear and very, very warm as I used 2.5 mm needles and the material is nice and thick and bouncy.

So my jury is out on this yarn. I still have some to use in my stash, I will make a decision later on in the year.

Ooooh, I was okay until I typed that title and then I had an overwhelming feeling of feeling quite old. It was horrible.

My second born son, my youngest child was sixteen today, well actually at 11.28 a.m. Son no.1 was born at exactly that time too, which is just slightly spooky.

On asking him yesterday what he would like to do for his birthday, (he’s not the type or the age to do parties, so I hadn’t worried about asking him that) he said, “I’d like to get my eyes tested”. “Wot!, I meant, what would you like to do for your birthday.. you know, go for a meal, do something”, “I just want to get my eyes tested, its okay I’ve already told Dad” “Oh” sez I in a squeaky voice.

So hubby and Son no.2 went off this morning for their eyes to be tested and new specs purchased, whilst I, well lets face it, mainly sulked. If you notice, Look —–> I’ve added a couple of bits to my blog, but it was mainly to try to get over the sulking.

Its a hard lesson for a mother to learn that she is superfluous to requirements, but learn it all mothers must.

Then I find that son no.1 and son no.2 have planned a trip to the cinema. Which is good, but bad in that all they require of us is as a glorified taxi service.

So I begged, in a slightly more dignified way than the wording sounds, but I think you probably understand where I’m at, if son no.2 wanted to do anything in the afternoon before the trip to the pictures tonight and to be honest he didn’t.

So hubby and I went out and really enjoyed ourselves. Well, you can only sulk for so long.

Firstly, as I had been drooling over their web site for a couple of days… we went to see these. Toft Alpacas in Dunchurch. Aren’t they lovely. It was bitterly cold so we didn’t hang around for long in the fields and quickly made for the warmth of their lovely shop. We were made very welcome and told we could come back anytime in the summer and could make a day of it as they had some excellent walks on the farm. Whilst talking, I asked if they had any fleece/top I couldn’t remember the name and tried to describe how thrummed mittens worked. It was no problem at all and she gave me a goodly amount for free, which was more than generous and very, very kind of her.

My new found treasures, fleece included. I purchased four balls of dk and 2 of 4ply. They are soooo soft, just dreamy.

And the boys discovering the unwashed fleece that smells quite strongly of Alpaca Poo. They Loved It !! The lurchers nose is normally quite long and pointy, it looks like he’s trying to inhale the fleece.

And then as we were cold and hungry we decided to find the Noodle Bar in Coventry, that I had read about on a blog. We both love authentic chinese food, hubby used to work in China for a month at a time, (we are not part of the artificial sickly sweet, sweet and sour brigade, although of course, anything is possible on a cold dark night) and I reckoned this might fit the bill. It did, the stock was fantastic. I had the seafood special, sichuan sauce, rice noodle soup and hubby had the chefs special, sichuan sauce, rice noodle soup. If you go, make sure your hungry, the portions are Huge and very, very tasty.

Later after the boys get home we do the birthday cake, I somehow managed to corrupt the files so unfortunately do not have one of the birthday boy blowing out the candles on his cake. although I do have one of the birthday boy himself, wearing the tshirt I had printed for him!!

My beautiful boys. There was a really nice photograph of my boys which again I have corrupted so this is the second best one I have.

During the summer of 2006 I thought it would be a nice idea to get an allotment. (a small patch of land that is generally used to grow your own vegetables) so I put my name down at an allotment that is very near to me. There was a waiting list, which to be honest is quite normal. I believe the waiting lists in London can be as long as ten years. Okay… so whilst waiting, I became a member of a group on the net who grew veg and generally looked on life in a non consumer way.

Shortly after joining they began talking about hand knitted socks. Oh, how the love can develop so quickly. A very kind lady knitted me a pair on her flat bed knitting machine, mostly powered by a wind turbine and posted them to me, (I did pay her) Ooh, when I put them on my cold little tootsies I immediately realised that I would have to learn how to knit these wonderful creations.

I had learnt to knit as a child, I will get back to that later, but it was a very long time ago and all I could remember is as my grandmother would say it plain and pearl. I just about remembered how to cast on, I had to check on the net how to cast off.

I knitted a scarf, I still have it, it was my pride and joy last winter, I didn’t know how to join wool, so I just knotted it. I can feel your pain from here 🙂

I discovered there were sock knitting kits on the net, but to be very honest, they seemed very scary. During a ramble around the net I discovered Web of Wool, who were in spitting distance. Shortly after this discovery, I cajoled hubby to take me to this mysterious place. I chose wool and needles, I was very nervous, yet determined and went off on my merry way.

It took me two months to knit my very first pair. With the help of a knitting forum on which there was a very kind lady who befriended me whom I’m ashamed to say I badgered to the enth degree. She was very kind and really did have the patience of a saint. I also used “socks 101” a very useful link indeed.

After an eight month wait, in February we became the proud owners of our own allotment. Boy did we work, firstly a greenhouse had to go up, three weekends of tough weather to dig out, get concrete footings in and erect a greenhouse.. which was second hand so had no instructions.. I do realise, but never more than then just how clever my hubby is.

Quickly followed by my potting shed, mine all mine.. 🙂 Again, dreadful weather, footings were dug out and concrete hand mixed by hubby were laid. And then as if by magic, a shed that had already been painted twice in a weather proof paint was in place.. I will never see that shed so spider free again.. Infact, I have a very large spider that uses the window as his lair that I call Henry, I’m hoping he’s made it through the winter.. 🙂

April came and you’ll never guess, I actually got sun burnt. I’m fair, with a few freckles, blue eyes and a touch of red in my hair and we had a roasting weekend, the like of which I have never seen in April before. I was actually burnt on my shoulders and had a rather pink nose. Along with lines of a tan.. Oh,, how we thought that this was going to be a wonderful summer… how wrong could we be,,, there was an awful lot of rain for months after this, even now in this country there are people still suffering from the results of the floods.

Then we dug and dug and dug to the point that I could barely walk down the stairs in the morning without my muscles screaming at me. But it was all good. Plants began to grow, it was terribly exciting.

I was never so happier.

And then at the end of May.. I began to lose my hair very rapidly. I don’t normally talk very much about this, but it was the year of 2007 and so should be recorded.

I launched into despair, whilst at the same time trying to be strong so as to minimise the effect that this was having on the people that I love in all the world.

I needed a wooly hat, I really did.. I was cold, shivery most of the time.

During my wanderings around the net, to find me a wooly hat and my new found love of knitted socks, I found some lovely blogs that mentioned the word Ravelry………..

I didn’t take much notice the first time Ravelry was mentioned, but then after a couple of mentions, well, I thought I would register. I’d lost hope of being able to buy a hat (it was high summer) and had tried to knit a couple of hats by this time, of course my knitting skills were not very good at this time and not only did they take a long time, but they did not fit my huge bonce.

I became a member in August and to my shame, one of my first postings was to request if anyone could knit me a wooly hat… Two lovely American ladies replied, took my measurements and within less than two weeks, the first hat landed on my doorstep. Oh bliss, it was the first time I had been warm in ages. I will never, ever forget their kindness, it really saved me.

Oh Ravelry, its wonderful, I love it. Hours, no days can pass whilst looking at the wonderful FO’s. Visions of colour and patterns bounce around my brain whilst looking through all the wonderful knitting. It really is lovely.

At about the same time, I decided that I needed to knit yet more hats and went back to Web of Wool, I had a pattern in mind, which I had printed out but had no idea what it actually meant. (my knowledge of wools, needles, tensions etc was non existent at this time). I think I may have been bald by this point, I was wearing something I have no idea what, when Rachel came over to me to give assistance. I do believe that during the conversation about hats, which was lovely and that the feeling that she knew and would cope,,, I whipped off my hat to try one of theirs on, therefore showing my bald bonce, which was the first time I had shown my head to anyone.. She was sooo as my sons would say it. cool.. it was brave of me and it was very brave of her.

During the next month or so, rather irregularly I used to pitter-patter around the shop, During one of these visits, Anna suggested I should come to their knitting group. I wasn’t quite ready, but bless her, once I got my wig in place she repeated it again and yet again. I thank her and Rachel very much for that, they both got me through the first couple of tough weeks. Anna taught me how to cable, which opened up another world of possibilities.

Time ticks on, I’ve learnt so much, I love every new adventure, my latest adventure is learning how to knit short row wraps. That took me quite a while to get my head around, but now I have managed it, I love it.

I’d like to mention this, I know its bizarre, there probably aren’t many people reading this at this stage, so no matter.

I said at the beginning, that I learnt to knit as a child, but only could remember plain and pearl, but I would get back to it later on. My fathers mother was an avid knitter and I can remember her knitting throughout my single years. It must have come to a point that I was interested, but time was limited for my grandma. I didn’t know, but she sensed it. Firstly I now know its not pearl but purl, and I know its knit not plain… she also taught me kitchener stitch, I still have to look at what the pattern says, but I have an abiding memory of standing behind her whilst she was teaching me this. A memory I wouldn’t have remembered without picking up knitting again.

She also taught me how to join wool by splicing it and spitting onto it and also how to work through where exactly you wanted the wool to change and unravelling to get exactly the right space to change.. and most memorably for me anyways…… she always used her front right hand finger to flick the wool, which is what I have learnt to do.

There was also an attempt at socks, but I was hopeless, I twisted the wool, it was getting near her time and we lost sight of each other. It really has been amazing to remember those times with her, which I had forgotten.

I wish I could show her what I am doing, I know she would be very proud.

Oooh dear, what a state to get into,

2007 wasn’t a “bad” year, interesting yes and in many ways a very good year.

I hope that 2008 keeps us all together, that would be my wish.

and may I wish everyone A happy and healthy New Year.

To clarify I have teenagers in the house.

Pens, I have bought about fifty cheap biro’s in the last 6 months to enable me to write on paper in the study. Its a simple thing really isn’t it, the phone rings, you answer it and may need to take a message. Aaaah, where is a pen…. nowhere to be seen. Okay there is normally a pile of clutter on the desk so I may need to wade through that just to check, but nope even after a quick shufty, nuffink.

I even bought myself from my local supermarket a pack of three roller ball pens, which is going up in the world really, when you know that they are going to disappear at the speed of light. I managed to keep a firm grip of them before Christmas, mainly because I hide them. I was then able to write Christmas cards with something other than a charity biro thats so graciously posted to me at regular intervals even though I have never made a contribution. I sometimes feel quite guilty about that, because those charity biro’s have often got me out of a tight spot.

On opening the coveted pack of three roller balls, I made a fatal error, the teenagers saw them. There was three, then it went down to two, then hubby tried to take the last one yesterday and I managed to claw it back out of his grubby mitts just before he walked out of the room. Then there was an argument with son no.2 (who wanted to walk off with the last one as well) who exclaimed that I had bought them for him, which I flippin’ hadn’t. So I had to outline to my darling son that I had bought them for ME so that I could write Christmas cards, etc, etc, along with just how many pens had been purchased over the last few months. I could still see the greed in his eyes, I knew that the pens days in my company were numbered.

Alas, they have all gone now, but the teenagers have had the good grace to leave me the empty packet on the desk, just to remind me that it wasn’t my imagination.

I have no idea what happens to them, they never come to light, teenagers deny all knowledge, as does husband, personally it wouldn’t surprise me if son no.2 is making a thrifty profit out of them at school.

thats it really, pens…..

the milk, cereal and bread stories are very similar…

Phew, just finished. I’ve been knitting since 7.30 a.m. They are now wrapped and ready to take around to him, lets hope he likes them. They are made from Fortissima Socka Mexiko Color 6ply in colourway 0025

These are part of mum’s christmas presents, a pair of Fetchings knitted with Louisa Harding Grace wool and silk. It really is lovely to knit with.

This is the pair of socks I was working on whilst hubby was in hospital, they are made from Fortissima Socka Mexiko Color 6 ply in colour 0027.

I do like the thickness of these socks and when I get a chance would very much like a pair for myself. At the moment I’m knitting a pair for my Dad’s birthday which is in a few days. Its going to be tight. I was knitting him a cable scarf but I realised that it was going far too slowly for me to stand a chance of meeting the deadline. Also Dad has now got a date for his knee replacement operation, which will be in January, I thought a nice warm pair of socks would be more useful in hospital.

Hubby’s is improving. At last the infection is starting to go down, I can’t actually look at it, its quite gruesome, but at least its going the right way.

Hubby likes to potter in the kitchen and did a fabulous job of cooking Christmas lunch. I realise in this photo what a motley crew we are, I was the only one that dressed for lunch and you can’t see me!!

Lastly, a picture of our Christmas tree with treasures from years gone bye.

I’m really pleased with this scarf, I think it suits son no.1 very well. This is the best piccie I’m going to get as he’s already earmarked wearing it tomorrow morning, so I don’t think I am going to get a piccie in daylight.

I knitted this in Rowan Yarn, soft tweed in Sprig, it took four balls. I changed the pattern slightly so as to make it slightly wider by adding 6 stitches, three on each side.

I noticed this idea on another blog, links in the title and thought it was a good idea.

My Knitting resolutions for 2008 are,

1. Learn to knit the Fiber Trends Felt Clog pattern.

2. Knit two jumpers for hubby. (one is already started)

3. Knit chemo caps for Warwick Hospital. (or whoever would like them locally) I have bought some extremely soft yarn for this already. I found it impossible in high summer to find anything to keep warm my bald bonce and a couple of American ladies very kindly knitted me something to keep warm. I’d like to return the favour to someone.

4. Learn to read charts.

5. Try to learn to knit a bayerische sock. I am totally in love with this design.

6. Knit 6 pairs of socks for me, just me.

7. Organise my printed out patterns into a folder.

8. Start Christmas knitting very much earlier… I don’t think starting in February would be too early.

9. Learn how to knit toe up socks, so that I don’t have the same disaster as I had earlier when I ran out of yarn on a pair for my mum.

10. Learn short row wraps.

I think thats enough for me.

Hubby is home 🙂

He’s doing very nicely. It is slightly painful especially so just after the wound has been packed, but he’s okay. They gave him a nice dose of morphine to take the edge of the first packing. He is looking so much better though, I’m very pleased.

We managed to make a sideways sweep towards home via Web of Wool to pick up my Debbie Bliss Donegal Aran Tweed in colour 14. It is everything I wanted it to be. So I must finish the cobblestone jumper to start another jumper with this beautiful wool for hubby.

Might even get the Christmas decorations up tomorrow.. famous last words..:)

The ironing has been decanted from the sofa into bin bags and then tucked away. Ssssshhh, don’t tell my mum, she would have the horrors!!!

Hubby went to the docs at eight thirty this morning as promised to get his swap results. They weren’t there, but when the doc had a look at his abscess which had continued to grow, she sent him straight to hospital. Fortunately, I had already mostly packed his case. I knew that this was on the cards. To cut a very long story short, he’s fine, he’s had an operation to remove it and come out the general anesthetic remarkably well, I’m very pleased with him.

The slightly lengthier version is just about to follow..

We got to the hospital at nine, got invited to wait in a “interview room” at ten, then saw a junior doc at one thirty, placed on a ward at about three and then saw surgeons and had ECG tests etc and then hubby went down to surgery about seven thirty.

Which to me is flippin’ marvelous. Okay its a whole day, but I didn’t have to walk for four days to the next village, or worry about the cost, thank doG for the national health thats what I say.

The abscess had grown to a six to seven inch ball of poison, with a good three, to four inches in parts of infected skin surrounding it. They Pumped hubby full of antibiotics, I can’t remember the names I’m sorry, but he had a bag full of antibiotic dripping in slowly, plus three huge vials pumped into the, what do they call them, the plastic tap they leave in your wrist. (technical terms!)

The boy did good. He looks really well after the op. It may need packing for several weeks and I’m really not sure when he is coming home as the days have ranged from tomorrow to next Monday, so I’m just going to play that by ear.

The other plus points are, I took my knitting and managed to knit a WHOLE sock………… I think I went into some sort of robotic person whilst he was in surgery, he was in surgery for an hour and I managed to knit 53 rows in forty five minutes. I’ve never knitted that fast in my life and when hubby came back and noticed my knitting he was flabbergasted at just how much I had achieved.

and off course, cause there always is one… Mandy plays the fool. When the junior doc was taking blood tests I got out of her way, as you do and just casually leant on the wall. I noticed an alarm sounding and through the glass in the door I could see the accident and emergency staff RUNNING into rooms and the general feel of a panic situation. I thought, “Oooh, whats happening here then”. When another doctor comes charging through the door, Yep, its Me, leaning on the panic button..