Since my time-wasting online activities are rather restricted this week, in a no doubt futile effort to avoid Breaking Bad spoilers (we’re only halfway through season 4) I thought it would be a good time to try and revive the blogging from the bunker.
Ironically, it seems that Peckham Rye is fast becoming the new Hoxton. Obviously the Sheep takes full credit for this transformation and, to be fair, his moonshine and DJ skills are proving rather popular when it comes to entertaining the hipster masses. Coming home from work each day I can hardly move through the station for all the bright young things in tight trousers, difficult haircuts and the kind of eyewear the Two Ronnies would have been proud of. More than once I have seen someone carrying a ukulele nonchalantly under one arm. It’s possible that this is a sign of the End of Days and we should move house immediately but then again their presence means we’re getting some very good bars and restaurants opening up, so swings and roundabouts really.
I am knitting happily on my Aidez cardigan with the kind of speedy progress that is like crack to someone with my level of attention. It’s instant gratification and completely addictive; woollen catnip, if you will. Over a couple of hours yesterday evening I knitted about 7″ of sleeve, even with a seeded wishbone pattern all the way up one side. I had been thinking that I would try and finish it in time for our trip to New York* in a couple of weeks, except that I checked the forecast and it’s currently 29 degrees over there. Forget the wool, I’m going to need a bikini at this rate.
And, if you’ll forgive a little self-promotion, please do check out the latest issue of Knitting Magazine (#121), which has a feature I wrote all about craftydermy (and if this terminology has left you baffled, then you really need to read it!). Admittedly, it’s a somewhat quirky topic. Can’t imagine why they came to me with it…. 😉
*Yes, we are going to NY! Woohoo! Some of you may remember we were supposed to go last year, and then Hurricane Sandy struck, our flights were cancelled and our hotel was flooded. This is take two. Just as a government shutdown has started and the air traffic controllers are threatening strike action. Sigh.