Should criminals forfeit liberty?
Jun. 22nd, 2019 09:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyWinter has properly started and it looks it. Winter here isn't like Christmas card winter, all white and glittering. It's green and brown and smudgy grey.
There was a story on the news tonight about the winter solstice swim in Hobart, much, much further south than here. Two thousand people swimming nude to celebrate the winter, including one lady who is 92. I hope I'm that spry at her age, even if I give the nude swimming a miss.
I started knitting my cowl this afternoon. When I was little, watching my grandmother knit, I would dig in her knitting bag — turquoise with a jacquard print and white trim — and find some spare needles and a little ball of wall and knit along. I could do a loop to get started, but then it was more like tossing noodles with chopsticks, with me waving the needles and wrapping wool around them and being baffled that I didn't have anything that looked like her knitting.
That's what I felt like again today, following the provisional cast-on, new to me, specified by the pattern. I had my ball of wool. I had my waste ball of wool. I had one needle. I twiddled that needle under the wool and over the waste and under the wool. I had... nothing like a stitch that could be knitted. It took ages and several YouTube videos to get it done. All that effort for only fifty-four stitches.
I have now knitted two rows.
There was a story on the news tonight about the winter solstice swim in Hobart, much, much further south than here. Two thousand people swimming nude to celebrate the winter, including one lady who is 92. I hope I'm that spry at her age, even if I give the nude swimming a miss.
I started knitting my cowl this afternoon. When I was little, watching my grandmother knit, I would dig in her knitting bag — turquoise with a jacquard print and white trim — and find some spare needles and a little ball of wall and knit along. I could do a loop to get started, but then it was more like tossing noodles with chopsticks, with me waving the needles and wrapping wool around them and being baffled that I didn't have anything that looked like her knitting.
That's what I felt like again today, following the provisional cast-on, new to me, specified by the pattern. I had my ball of wool. I had my waste ball of wool. I had one needle. I twiddled that needle under the wool and over the waste and under the wool. I had... nothing like a stitch that could be knitted. It took ages and several YouTube videos to get it done. All that effort for only fifty-four stitches.
I have now knitted two rows.