Tuesday, February 13, 2007



(The lovely Blue Corn lady founder of perhaps the greatest Heaton Moor institution)

I had many things to blog about which I will just mention brieflly because the moment is over.
My holiday knitting adventures included
1) Chopping off the muddy fleece from a lamb that had just been slaughtered. It smells and is still in a bag all tied up cause my initial enthusiastic attempts to felt the stuff weren't overly successful and everyone kept screaming like it was alive.. This was at a camp where I also tried to knit with hair - from a girl who'd recklessly been permitted to 'artistically' hack her friend's hair. Also not a success. I did however successfully spread the joy and needles around and at least two girls learned enough to make stuff..

2) On a more sedate note, after discovering how cosy and full of tea and mince pies and neighbours my LYS (local yarn shop) is, I was introduced to the even closer and cosier world of my local organic shop/cafe. It's the most wonderful place- I didn't expect such a warm neighbourly spirit existed these days.. When I first went with my aunt the shop owners were searching the area to find out why the old lady who comes everyday hadn't turned up.. He and his wife went to her house and called her neighbours and everything until they found out she'd fallen and broke her wrist. She was back the next day and I went round to her house too- got the grand tour of her photos and old furniture and stuff- she's a very witty and cool person.



3)This led onto my aunt (who needs a sobriquet) setting up the Blue Corn knitting club- we spotted one woman in there, Jan, with a knitted handbag, and accosted her. Turned out she does knitting workshops in Wool. Anyway she's one of our new local buddies and we now we can have tea and talk and knit in our homes.

There's other stuff like the stitch show at the g-mex and how I did a mini talk on climate change for a young girls' islamic circle and brought knitting to them as part of the Solution and how I left my Forecast cardigan on the bus which is annoying but otoh have nearly made my ruffly cuffs. Oh and I made lots of knitted hats (three but one I remade about 5 times..) and sent a couple as presents to our Bosnian buddies..

That'll do for this post- the main reason I was inspired to blog would make this post too long..

2 comments:

mad as a cambridge bicycle said...

wow i can't believe you've been blogging all this time and i never knew! and where'd you learn posh words like sobriquet?

warm as toast said...

answering rather late but you can't read Wodehouse with imposters hiding in every castle and corner without knowing the word sobriquet and its various synonyms