Well, look. First things first, hi! It’s been a while. With one thing and another (and massively glossing over what a very peculiar place the wider and smaller worlds are at the moment), like most I’ve been busy keeping my head above water while my own little part of our planet settles back into some kind of semblance of normality (I laugh out loud at that word!) But I’m sticking my toe gingerly back in the water – do people read blogs any more? – and aiming to document the small part of it that is more or less within my control 😉 I have, after all, never stopped knitting / drafting / designing, but not yet managed to write everything up…
Whilst the intervening years have seen most of my boys find gainful employment and leave home, some of you may remember my Teddy – he starts a SEN college course next month and I’m really not sure where to put myself about it. My tiny Ted is 6 foot 3 and magnificent. He has spent most of the summer modelling Pokemon out of polymer clay, and is a major fan of overworking a piece until it is large enough to mean a substantial loan may be necessary if he wishes to continue… And our little granddaughter (now 3) came to live with us back in February 2024. A funnier pair you never did see.
And so to begin! I took a deep dive into my old posts on various social media platforms. I needed to find where I first came across the lovely Laura (aka The Lonely Knitter now also Folk Yarn Studio). It turns out it was 4 years ago, shortly after my family and I landed up on the Suffolk Coast, and when I was very excited to learn that she was local and organising a mini-yarn festival in my new hometown.
I found these images:
Fast forward four years, and a fortuitous chance meeting with a lovely lady who attended a couple of my workshops found me joining Laura’s Stitch Night. It has become the thing I look forward to most in the week.
Laura’s hand-dyed yarn is beautiful, but even better she runs occasional workshops at her studio and I signed up to dye some myself. It’s been many years since my mini-foray into dyeing my own with natural dyes (onion skins, blackberries etc) and the world has taken many twists and turns since then, pulling me in other directions. So I was delighted to sign up for a few child-free evening hours with lovely (friendly, welcoming) like-minded people, splashing squirty bottles of acid-dye into tubs of virgin yarn awaiting transformation.
It looked a little underwhelming to me, especially when I saw what everyone else was creating, but literally 24 hours later, at our Stitch Night, Laura had it dried and wound into skeins ready to collect. And I was utterly thrilled.
Needless to say, other WIPs took a back seat (mostly… I mean… come on… let’s be real)
I started with a lot of texture (top pic above), but once I got to the plain stocking stitch and saw the beautiful natural stripes, I decided to frog it back and just leave a little eyelet lace top to allow the colours to show themselves off more fully (bottom pic above) and my first pair of socks is now complete. (Meeting up with Laura seems to end up with knitting socks in heatwaves – it’s an August thing?)
The contrast heel is a Dutch heel and, obvs, they’re a top-down sock, in this case knitted one at a time.
I’ve written it up here, if you fancy making a pair of your own 🙂
I also now have the wherewithal to experiment with a little dyeing of my own at home, but that’ll have to wait until spaces have been created: physically by a little shake-up we’re currently plotting, and mentally by nursery and college starting in a couple of weeks time.
So, if it interests you at all, watch this space…
In other news… when the aforementioned space does finally arrive, I am going to get my head around writing these up:
