Posts Tagged ‘mending’

To knit or not to knit?

Ok, prepare yourselves for a shock. Are you sitting down? Is there someone on hand in case you faint?

I … have mended my jeans!

Yes, you read that right. On Sunday night I fixed myself a dinner of fish fingers and mashed potatoes (you love it, admit it) and settled down in front of an old favourite, Dead Poets Society.

Food eaten, coffee drunk, refilled and drunk again, I thought I’d better seize the moment and hey presto, one performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream later, not to mention a suicide, a scapegoat and one of the few endings to a film that has ever made me cry, my pockets were reattached to the denim. And no, I didn’t sew myself to them either…!

But that’s not all.

I have also been contemplating the notion of taking up knitting. I had a bash at it, many years ago, when I was at school. The rest of the class made the obligatory scarf, most moved on to hats, some then made gloves and one girl even made some baby clothes for a new cousin or something. Me? Well, at the end of term I was still on my practice piece… 😳 That was the last time I picked up any knitting needles, much to my mother’s disgust who was one of those annoying people who transform a ball of wool into something wearable just by looking at it. As a kid, one of my favourite jumpers was a light blue affair that she knitted. Not only did it have a horse’s head one the front, but the mane and forelock were in 3D, strands of wool coming out of the jumper.

Anyway, two decades after my last attempt, I’ve decided it’s time to try again.

Well, that was until I spoke to Jennie, who is herself a mad-keen knitter and maker of things you can wear – including a fabulous balaclava that made its way to me at Christmas. In fact, she’s so dedicated to her craft that she went to extra lengths to choose non-itchy yarn. Just don’t ask her how she knew it wouldn’t itch…

Being one of my closest friends, Jennie is someone I can always depend on to tell the truth and as we chatted on the phone, she started giving the matter some consideration. It became quite obvious that her thoughts had moved on from “hurrah, another knitter” when she suggested, in a loving and caring manner, that perhaps I ought to give crochet a try first.

When I asked her why, she paused and then informed me that crochet involves just one hook and that she had some concerns at the thought of me knitting, on the grounds that unless I was in possession of more arms than the average Homo sapiens, I was likely to get myself into any amount of trouble with a needle in each hand and a ball of wool to control…

Who needs enemies?! 😆

Book Clubs and Fat Clubs

As I think I’ve mentioned before, I’m a regular poster on the Downsizer forum, a network of like-minded folk, all as mad as a box of frogs, whose interests range from poultry and pigs to knitting and felting to baking and gardening … the list is endless. Even more so when you throw in the non-downsizery topics of interest, such as everything and anything that I haven’t already mentioned…

As a result, I’ve joined two DS “clubs”, one to broaden the mind, the other to narrow the waistline.

I never got round to reading the first book up for discussion, The Lost Estate (Le Grand Meaulnes), by Henri Alain-Fournier, but I have promised myself that I will read Ursula Le Guin’s The Left Hand Of Darkness by the deadline at the end of March. Really, I will!

On the other hand, Fat Club (not my choice of name) is going a lot better. We’ve only just started, so it’s early days, but I was thrilled to discover that I lost two pounds in the first week. No, I don’t know how either, as I consumed more than my fair share of cake and chocolate. Luckily, the dogs need lots of exercise!

My aim is to drop a stone, which is a lot better than the four stone I lost the last time I gave my weight any thought, but even more annoying as a result. Standing on the scales, I had a strange sense of deja vu but hey, that’s the way the cookie crumbles. Hmm, I suspect it’s the cookie that holds the blame!

In other news, the books I bought with my Amazon voucher have turned up and I’ve made a start on Troy: Fall of Kings by David and Stella Gemmell. So far, so good 😀

I’ve also hit some of the charity shops in Taunton, that being the closest Big Town, and bought a load of crime books, from Jeffrey Deaver to PD James, as well as a couple of Robert Harris novels (Fatherland and Archangel, if you’re curious).

And … I bought a few photo frames, so my long-awaited project of framing my old photos has finally started to come to life. All I’ve got to do now is buy another twenty or so – and then make a start on printing off some of my 30GB of digital photos! 😯

Oooh, and being a thrifty sort*, I also picked up a pair of cord trousers (Wranglers, don’t you know!) for the shockingly low price of three pounds fifty in my charity shop escapade. Unfortunately, they’re a couple of inches too long so it’s a case of hoping that She-Who-Promised-To-Hem-Them-For-Me will indeed hem them for me, lest I be forced to have a go myself and end up with one leg several inches shorter than t’other…

But, before you roll your eyes and tut maddeningly, take note: I am going to have a bash at mending the pockets in my favourite jeans – I put my keys in them the other morning and was somewhat taken aback when I felt the cold metal slipping down my leg owing to the fact that said pocket is hanging on by a few threads too few, if you catch my drift?!

Hmm, just thinking about attempting to thread a needle is enough for me for the time being. Please excuse me, I’ve got ten books to make my way through…!

*Cardi, as some of you may being muttering under your breath…