On Sunday it was chilly in those hills. Real Autumn chilly – with a sweet, earthy smell of decaying, damp, mulching leaves underfoot. I wore my newly knitted Cobbled-Together Autumn Cowl. I stood in the middle of the forest while my kids ran around like wild things and the Mr went off on chestnut reconnaissance. I assumed that weird, taking-one-handed-photos-of-self, contortionist pose, tried to look like a happy cowl-wearing person and felt like a dork.
Ever since Monday it has been getting steadily warmer, with a weekend forecast bordering on perfection and there is very little chance that I will be wearing this cowl and taking better photos, without feeling like a bigger dork.
1. I know the Mr could take the photographs. But he always has an OPINION and then there’s disagreement and someone occasionally accuses someone else of behaving like a ‘dork’.
2. The Cobbled Together Autumn Cowl was supposed to be a Honey Cowl, but I failed to read the pattern, assuming I remembered everything from last year’s Honey Cowl. Twenty five centimetres into the knitting, I realised I was using a two row pattern repeat, not the required four rows. Ah, well.
3. The Cobbled-Together Autumn Cowl was supposed to be a pair of socks. I have only ever knit two socks in my life. Both are odd socks, as they are in a different yarn and knit to a different pattern. As it happens, odd socks fit in well around here. Even so, given my current inability to make the same thing twice, choosing a cowl over a third odd sock seemed a sound executive decision.
4. Cobbled-Together Autumn Cowl details here. Again, my heartiest thanks to Alexis for her beautiful yarny gift.
1. On Wednesday the Mr and I went out on a DATE! and saw Daniel Kitson in Where Once Was Wonder. Fabulous. Sadly no tickets left for the remainder of this year’s Melbourne International Comedy Festival but the Mr and I have made a mutual decision to be groupies and join his mailing list and thank him exuberantly for any updates he emails. I know Daniel Kitson will love this.
2. I have decided to relaunch my career. Sort of. First I need to grow up and decide what to be. Not a sock knitter.