Silk and Merino

For the Crocus Pocus Shawl:

(Sorry Vicki) ETA:

I hand dyed this in a flying rush on sunday evening. Wasn't very happy with it until the beads arrived on monday and I saw them together - serendipity - and it's knitting up so much more prettily than I expected.

Finished!

It's an optical illusion both socks are actually the same size! ...giggle

Left-Over Lunch

A few days ago I made a simple chicken curry for dinner. Nothing special just something a little tasty to have with some rice. No matter what quantities I use I ALWAYS have left-overs. I do like left-overs. Left-overs are fabulous when you've been hard at it all day; feel far too tired to cook; but would like something delicious to eat. However, eating curry and rice four days in a row can become a little same-y. A bit of frozen puff pastry and voila - tasty curry pies. Great for lunch with a fresh garden salad. It did occur to me that they would freeze very well, alas, there were none left to freeze after my friend and neighbour got to them! I must remember to do these again.

Into the oven:

Out of the oven:

Shades of the Red Centre

Dried and re-skeined

This yarn has turned out so prettily. I have no plans as yet for it, so it looks like it'll be heading for the stash.

On the dyeing of yarn

Fine white merino hand spun yarn. Gaywool dyes and a microwave.

Into the oven:

Out of the oven:

Drying:

Later in the morning...

COLD FEET! More sock spinning...favoured colours so I won't be gifting these.

Colour comes not from the dye pot

This morning I woke up to this in the box on my my kitchen window sill.

The first polyanthus flowers of the season. I have five plants in all; buds delicately pale on first appearance but the colours deepen as the flowers mature. Polyanthus flowers are most delicious with that first morning cup of coffee.

Magic

Last weekend was a magic weekend, full of spinning and knitting. All intruders, destroyers of bliss, were ignored and the beginnings of socks occurred.

The SpindleImp

This:

Has become this:

Which is growing into this:Moroccan Days/Arabian Nights Shawl
by Susan Pandorf