It's an aran gilet. From the Favourite Arans series of books. I'm very pleased with it. Took my time knitting all the bits which were tedious at times. Especially the back which was entirely in rice stitch and took ages to do. The cables were relatively straightforward on the front but that didn't stop me regularly cocking them up and having to frog back to correct. I took particular care when sewing up and I feel I can justifiably say it's the best finishing I've ever done! Just a bummer there are no pics. Will get some next week I promise.
Usually I would get DH to photograph me modelling my finished garment but he's been rather busy this weekend. Having got the windows done, thoughts have turned to decorating.
|Newly painted stonework|
We decided to paint the front door a new colour and we decided on "Hot Mustard". I was expecting a sort of dull colman's mustard kind of hue but this is what we got...
|Not so much mustard.... more banana I'd say|
|The never dry paint...|
|Room for two... spot the crochet blankies...there are 3.|
|After 4 years the dust doesn't get any worse - Quentin Crisp|
Now Nick needs to be left alone when undertaking mammoth decorating tasks so I took little girl shopping for big girl's birthday next week yesterday. Today they were invited to go swimming with Little Friend M across the road for the afternoon so that left me twiddling my thumbs. Got the goulash in the oven and decided to head out on my extra small Giant for a ride.
Puffed and panted up White Hill to see if I could do it. I couldn't... well not in one go... had to keep stopping and catching my breath. Whilst ascending I saw one of the mums from school. You know the one I mean, there's one in every school year, perfectly organised, taller and thinner that you, children always starring roles/head girl or boy, never a hair out of place. You really want to hate her but she's actually quite nice....grrr... well she was walking downhill with a friend. I was sooooooo glad I was actually pedalling at that point in time and not flaked out on the handlebars gasping for breath!!!
|The carpark at the top of the hill. Snow on the ground|