WIP Wednesday, fibery, knittery, but not so much finishery-ed

Or how I knit a lot of stitches but didn't *actually* finish a thing.

Above, Sangria. Last week I posted pictures of the 3 plies, and this is how she spun up. A lovely 3-ply, and I'm almost certain of what she might be. Mittens. Possibly. Or maybe a hat. I need more hats, my ears get cold on the way to work each morning. I blame the glasses, and the freezing temperatures. Wasn't it just last week we got to prance around in shorts? (not really, but close enough)

Above is one half of the next instalment of the Diva Dosis Fiber Club, called Doctor. (House, md) It is in the process of being turned into a thread of yarn, together with the other half. There is an amazing amount of yarn in this batt.

Ah, yes, the Shilasdair luxury 4-ply. It's turning into a Mystery Knit-A-Long Hat, which means I can't show you. Ha. I'm on schedule with this one.

Louise gave me some zwartbles when I visited her, in exchange for some alpaca that I appear to be allergic to. The coloured bits are Dutch Wool Diva minibatts, spun in colour sequence. Together they are turning into something else.

Manu, earlier this year. Still not done. Weather commands I finish it soon. Maybe.

 This has turned into a short sleeve cardigan. Can't actually find a picture for it. I know I put it somewhere...

Same with that. Lovely fingerless mittens, I wear them a lot. I just don't have a finished picture...

Next week should be all about finished things, with actual pictures of the finished items. Maybe... Maybe I'll even get to terms with this new camera. Maybe...

Scottish Sundays, not so very wild

As you *might* have gathered, I'm a bit of a fan. Of Scotland, I mean. I've never managed to be a fan in the way my friends at school were. I managed to cut up magazines and glue pictures into a folder, but I was never all that enthusiastic about it. Come to think of it, although many conversations were centered around New Kids on the Block, I manage to only remember the Wahlberg dude, because his brother went on to become an actor. I fear I must've given away my age, but that's ok. A few weeks ago I celebrated two threes. Yes, I dare say it out loud, I'm 33 years old. Already. What happened?

Anyway, back to fan-dom. I'm sure I only get to see the nice bits of Scotland, and that's why I love it so much. But, I did wander around in mud and snow, I've slept in freezing conditions (indoors, would you believe) and I've been rained upon a number of times. I've taken unexpected dips, pushed myself beyond my limits to reach mountain tops and driven the deathy road of deaths and lived to tell the tale. I have outrun, swathed and screamed at millions of midges. And I still love being there.

Today, I thought I would share a few pictures of animals we took on our last trip. The Photographer happens to also like Scotland a lot. Which is why I like him so much. Duh. He also took most of the pictures.
We didn't spot many or any deer or seals or otters or interesting birds this year. I'm not sure if this is because of our locations or the time of year, as we went a little later than usual. We did catch a few more 'garden' animals as you can see below. And before you ask, yes, those are the late Queen mum's Angus'.

 

 

 

 

Over the next weeks I'll pick some pictures with a different theme. How would you like to see a mountain create its own weather system?

WIP Wednesdays, or how I didn't forget...

...Though I would understand if you thought I had.
As it turns out, I didn't forget. I just happened to be living in a parallel universe for a while. Glimpses of that universe turned up here, and then it went quiet. No more of that, I'm back!
I'll tell you all about that odd place I lived in for almost three months in a later post. Mostly because any visual proof is stuck on an external harddrive in a format not supported by the Internets. You can blame the Photographer for that.

Since being back on this planet, a herd of newborns has arrived as well. Hence the boots below. There's another Tometen in the making, it only needs finishing and buttons really. There has also been some spinning. What there has not been is the finishing of the elusive Manu. Three pocket sides, armpits and ends. Truly a never ending cardigan. I hope it fits...

I'll be back with more, later. It's good to be here

Roughing it

It was going to rain today, but this is what the morning looked like. Sure, we had a few sprinkles, and got wet to the bone while searching a cache, but otherwise, sunshine and midges!

Scottish Saturdays : life can be very hard indeed

Sun.
Scotland.

Also : midges

French Fridays: not going home.

yet, anyway.

Everything is in place to get moving. Immunoglobine treatment is finished, dad is basically released from the hospital to travel home, but the insurance hasn't actually secured a way to get home. Be it flight or by ambulance, nothing happened today.

Hopefully tomorrow they get to go home and start looking forward to a full recovery. The more I read about the disease (Guillain Barré), the more I realise my dad was very lucky indeed. Having spent hours and hours on the phone with the insurance and ANWB (tripleA), the more I realise having insurance is a great thing.

I'll have to stop now as the mozzies are mightily attracted to the laptop screen, so I leave you for now...

French Tuesdays

I realise that it's Wednesday now but I started this yesterday, so there you go.

Last Saturday the camera man and I spent a late afternoon and early evening getting paint off a rail and wood on a ceiling at Heidi and Sjoerd's place. We got home about 9ish and my phone was empty so I made it charge while we took a hot shower to warm up. If I didn't know the date, you would never convince me that it is summer.

27 hours later we found ourselves in the south of France, in the dark outside the gates of an unknown campsite.

To spare you the details and me the annoyance of typing this on a phone I'll give you the short story.

My father is diagnosed with a disease called  Guillaum Barre (sp?). They got to him quickly with the correct diagnosis as only 1 in 100.000 get it. This means that the possible complete paralysis was avoided and he is slowly getting the feeling back in his legs

He'll get off his drip on Friday if all goes well and they will move him home that day if they possibly can.

Eventually, the world will stop spinning so fast.