I'm back, I'm back, as the Michael Jackson song goes. Or, I thought it went like that. It should.
I'm back from the East Coast, which is where I went for a lovely holiday. We all had a very good time, whether we were beaching, barbecueing (?) or browsing [shops]. Nice and hot most days, except yesterday when I think the ice may have melted in Antarctica and made its way over here. Not to worry.
That's right, I knat*. I also learnt to finger knit and relearnt casting on. Mmm. Yarn.
Lots of things inspired my great come back. Katt. AJ. It's my Party and I'll Knit if I Want To. Vickie Howell. And the way our house is full of wool.
Nope, nothing exciting made yet. Yes, I have been trying 'free form', if that means doing whatever you want to. As I told AJ, "I'm knitting rows, I'm purling rows and sometimes I just throw the stitches off!"
I was having a grand old time until it was time for bed, then I frogged everything I did and left the scrumptious sock yarn in a ball on the ground, full of bouncy woolergy and...um...
Thanks Slim Suzy.
Oh, and 'It's My Party and I'll Knit if I Want To' is a fabby book by Sharon Aris. It's Australian, it's honest and it's interesting. Oh, and full of inspirational girls (and a couple of boys).
I wonder how long this knitting spree will last.
Little Purl xx
*Knat - plural. Also known as knitted.