I said recently that I was planning some Aussie Bloggers Conference-appropriate knitting. For some time I’ve had it in mind that a whole day of sitting and listening/talking would be ideal for making good headway on a work in progress. What would it be? What would be perfect? The obvious answer was a pair of plain socks, all that round and around knitting would be just the thing to keep my fingers busy while taking in the information and a useful buffer if I felt like looking busy and not much like interacting at any point in the day.
But you know what? Plain socks? Over them. For now at least. I do have a long-suffering pair on the go and they will come in my bag with me but I think I’ll be bored by them. I need something simple but thrilling. Enter, Glenora Alpaca/Silk.
This beauty has been in my stash for quite some time and has popped into my mind often. When I think of it, it’s spoken to me of one thing only. Icarus. I made the Icarus shawl 18 months ago and since then it’s been my most cherished shawl, the one I wear almost more than any other. I think as shawls go, it’s perfection. Need a reminder?
The size is so wearable, the beautiful Helen’s Lace (chortle) is beautiful in so many ways. When I’ve fondled the Glenora Alpaca/Silk, it’s often reminded me of my Icarus. So, as the saying goes, ‘you can’t stop at one.’
I’ve done a few repeat projects, be it socks or shawls. When a pattern works and is a pleasure to knit, why not repeat it? So I’ll have a purple Icarus before too long – and those lovely straight rows are perfect (mostly) mindless knitting. But there was a snag today. A terrible, upsetting snag.
I took my baby Icarus on the bus. It might sound risky to take lace knitting on the bus but as I’m still on the easy part, I thought it would be fine. I was, until my bus driver pulled up sharp at a stop and my hands slammed into the seat in front of me. Curse him! Stitches fell off. I may have sworn. A commute-knitting incident of the most distressing kind.
I will save Icarus. I’ll have a few rows to rip back but at least it’s plain knitting. It’s not too devastating. Things will be fine by the time I get to the conference. I’ll be well and truly underway. So far, she looks like this (note: photo taken pre-incident).
Small, simple, pretty. Early days, but I’m excited to have a Purple Icarus.
While we’re on a purple theme, if I needed more evidence than the dropping temperatures and misty mornings that Canberra is sliding into autumn, it’s here, in my Autumn Crocuses. I only discovered they’d arrived yesterday and they made me smile.
Each year when they come up, I take them as a true and fabulous sign that summer is behind us and Canberra is changing.
I can feel cardigans, red wine and winter cooking in the air when the autumn crocuses show up. They are giant, purple cups heralding the arrival of my favourite weather!
I should also add the commentary on my post about the Aussie Bloggers Conference was both welcome and interesting. In no way did I intend to cause offence to the Mummy Bloggers attending the conference – my thoughts were all about my own place among a group and the fundamental differences in approach we might have. Breaking into a well established group which has a whole language of its own can be a bit daunting. I do feel a bit anxious about fitting in. I do worry that there will be awkward moments, challenges and moment I wish I hadn’t come and not just because it’s a room full of mothers. But I’ll deal with it and there’s plenty to look forward to.
The comments about labels were also interesting. I actually don’t mind a label – I give myself the label of knit-blogger because it keeps me focused on what I most want to write about, with the caveat that I stretch outside that boundary sometimes. I’ve always maintained a focused blog because that keeps me engaged.
Anyway, it should be an interesting weekend and I’m looking forward to meeting lots of new people and hopefully having loads of fun and informative discussion at both the sessions and the dinner.
And I’m especially looking forward to knitting my Icarus shawl for a whole day at once.