I won't be blogging anymore, or at least until I get a camera! There's no point having a knitting related blog if you can't show off your knitting. Or correctly use HTML...

Thanks to the people who racked up a whopping 571 views on this page. I think your refresh button is broken.

Soon as I go digital, i'll be back.

Love ya,

mouldydc

Delay

And not the good, guitar wah wah kind.

I've been posting and yet, no posts appear. That's not good. This is basically a test.

Sorry it's a bit dull.

Here, read this. IT's entertaining.

Every bag has a spangly lining...

Hiya!

It’s been too long, how are the kids? Really? Wow. Already? You must be very proud.

Anyhoo, back to me.

The Grass Bag, is almost done. Just 30 rows of garter stitch to go! I’ve decided to embroider it in orange thread, and attach some giant orange buttons to it.

I’ve got this jacket that I never ever wear (in fact, there are two coats in this little tale so bear with…), it’s bright orange (where the buttons are coming from) and the lining is this awesome shiny orange satin affair. Now, I was about to send the coat to charity when I realized that this is the EXACT fabric I’ve been looking for to line the Grass Bag with.

Knitting seems to throw up ethical direlemas by the bucketload. Do I rip a perfectly serviceable coat to bits for my own personal gain, or give it to charity and then have to spend £10+ on the lining I just gave away? I’ve got a feeling that by the time I get an answer, I will have already taken the scissors to it, but I’ll hold out for a few days.

Must peg it – just got a phone call and apparently I’m late for the pub. I didn’t realize the pub was so gosh-darned impatient.

Love to all.

Mould

xx

Afternoon!

So I finally BO the front of Under the Hoodie. It is quite pretty. If PINK.

I’m starting the back, and I’ve realized that I didn’t note any of the rows! I pretty much did them to pattern, but I get easily and fatally distracted from things. I guess as long as the middle stripey areas match up, I will be okay.

I’ve also got hedera and an Opal sock wip, but they are wipping very very slowly!

My summer Grass bag. Oh, The Saga that is my summer Grass bag. Right now it is two sides and a half a strap, and I know that I am never going to make it up because of all the sewing. I’ve not even considered what the lining is going to be! The odd thing is, I don’t mind. The Grass Bag, whilst being my nemesis, is also reassuring in a weird way. I think everyone has that one thing in the back of their crafty areas that they started with complete vigor, but which is now half complete, abandoned and unloved.

It makes me feel like a proper knitter.

I’m on a stash famine for a while because I genuinely spend far too much money on yarn that I don’t use. I must finish the 4 wips I have and then find something to do with a whole horde (nothing like a proper stash though) of spare bits of various yarns. I’m thinking knits for charity – like the ones where you send off squares, or strips, or little baby hats. Worthwhile while at the same time creating room for the eventual gorging on sock yarn.

Much love.

x

All words and no pics make Mouldy a dull girl...

I’d like to blog more often, but with the lack of camera equipment it tends to get a bit wordy and not really showy.

Which I know from experience is not as much fun for blogreaders as we megawriters would like to think!

My Under The Hoodie is coming along in leaps and bounds. It could end up super long though, as I desperately don’t want to end up with a cropped jumper that doesn’t do the hiding lumpy bits that it’s supposed to. Question of the day – to measure lying flat, or to measure with someone holding it vertical?

Lying flat, just shy of 21 inches but help up it’s just over 22. With blocking, I guess I can make it any length I want between those two inches!

It’s still so very pink, and I’m looking forward to the maroon arms!

Did go to the Omen in the end. It's a bit poo, but not terrible. Certainly not overly scary.

But then again, I quite enjoyed the Dav Vinci Code. What does that tell you?

Rough Update

Hiya,

I got my new job, which I start in a week. I’m still not sleeping though because I’m afraid I won’t get the handover done in the correct amount of time – making Maaaaasssive Mountains out of molehills.

Knitting “Under The Hoodie” is keeping me sane though. I really wish I had camera facilities so I can show off my progress. For now you’ll have to believe me when I say it’s looking alright, and I’m fairly pleased with the back although – there have been a couple of rows where I’ve picked it up and knitted a row where I should’ve purled, resulting in my RS having some WS rows. I don’t really mind, as it makes the project even more individual! Not only have I changed the colour – I’ve changed the texture too! J

Huggles

The Beautiful Shepherds Bush Empire

Last night we went to see the Beautiful South at the SBE. They were fantastic – far far better than I anticipated.

The songs were excellent, the crowd were groovy, the 2 encores were splendidly accompanied by 5 gigantic balloons that were batted into the crowd. Not an entirely thought through gimmick, as they all pretty much ended up smacking the band on the face and nearly knocking the drumkit over!

Apres gig, A and I went to O’Niells and had a drinky-poo. Ethical question coming up-

We were going to play the quizzer, but noticed that the money slot had been sellotaped over. A further noticed that there was £2 in credit already available and began to play Hex (all time best quizzer game – stick your Hangman). I ummed and ahhhed for abouot 30 seconds then joined in. We didn’t win anything, but had we – would it have been ethical to take the money? Would you have played the machine in the first place? Are we going to pub etiquette hell?

Then we walked home. It takes about 15 minutes to walk from SBE to where we live, but when we left the house it was sunny and a little warm: a lovely summers evening. By the time we got to the walking it was midnight. Not warm, not sunny: night time. We didn’t have a jacket (or a braincell it would seem) between us. Cold, tired but very very happy I eventually retired to bed.

Today I had an interview for a job I wasn’t overly interested in. Until the interview. It sounds so varied, and interesting and so much like I could do it. I know that this is the job that I could be doing for the rest of my working days and that I have to come to terms with the fact that it’s not writing, or acting, or knitting or reading. It’s time to grow up. At 25 I think I’ve rode my childhood pretty ragged.

I shall put away childish things and be a man, my son.

But I’m keeping my comics.