Hot stuff!!

I whipped up a cover for my baby hot water bottle with some leftover Noro yarn. The little devil is in there for life, there is no means of escape. I'm tempted to felt it now, complete with bottle inside. There is not much room for manoeuvre. Would be interesting to see if the felting is powerful enough to crumple the rubber of the hot water bottle. Suspect this kind of felting may be the stuff of Superman comics but I'll fill the bottle first, just in case.

Hand in glove

Finished the cotton gloves for my friend. There is actually a prefferd space through which the thumb should exit. Decided to send them hand in glove to indicate this fact.

Doon the Watter

Off on another craft cruise...


This is my current knitting container. It's a sample for a workshop I did once for International Women's Day. The title was how to turn yourself into an old bag.


Cotton gloves for my vegan chum. No-one has actually road tested these yet. I suspect they might catch in everything. Think they'll just be for glamming about in, not for any practical purpose.


These huge cargo ships often sit offshore. They are like floating cities.


Arriving in lovely Rothesay on the Isle of Bute. Used to be the height of sophistication to holiday here in the Victorian era.


It was a beautifully calm day



Sailboats everywhere you looked.

Oooops!

I learned a valuable yarn lesson today. When someone says they can't wear wool, it's a good idea to ask why. I know it seems a little intrusive but trust me, it will be worth it in the long run.

Wool allergy, I assumed when my friend let me into her secret. Nasty, itchy, scratchy. So I replaced it with lovley indie dyed silk from stash. Smooth, sensual, sensational!

Errrrrrrrrrrrrr, only my friend doesn't have a wool allergy. She's a vegan.

Now she's a good friend and knew she was a vegan. I've even fed her on accassion. I know vegans don't wear leather shoes and I understand why. It's perfectly logical. Now that I think about it I can even see why no silk. But why no wool? No sheep are harmed in the process. Maybe it's just the whole thing of animals being the slaves of man. Whatever. I have my idiocincracies too. I can't abide two pence pieces.

Luckily another good friend brought me a present of this grand ecological cotton. I'm even going to make some changes to the pattern. Perhaps the new hitch hiker's gloves will be better than ever.

Lets hope the third time is the trick.