More K-nitting Club News (or It is time to embrace my inner middle-classness.)

I have given myself 12 hours to sleep on it and see if it was quite so 'nyuh' as I thought. I don't think it was that bad just the doom and gloom emanating from the Guru corner. Or rather the d&g I was picking up from the corner - there is a difference I guess.


I made a start on a piece of intarsia with a graphic lifted from Janet Clare. Made a start but sadly shall cause endless delight to my children as I have to make curly string. Printed out the chart but with a new cartridge so the colour isn't right plus the picture is too small, as a consequence poor old Hugo seems to have developed a club foot on his back paw. It is a bit of a bugger b/c I am knitting it on small needles (3.25mm) with three different wools so the curly string process will be arduous. And probably resolved by scissors.


One thing that did wind me up about The Guru (nicknames come easily in this house. And stick! CK's doing. You are collectively known as 'The Nutters'. Feel free to send him green ink emails, it will add grist to his mill.) was how offhand she was. We were talking about knitting as therapy or zen or out-of-body experience or just plain fun and I mentioned Crazy Aunt Purl. Saying how she had used knitting and blogging as her road out of a difficult time in her life, the subsequent book, life changes, etc, etc, etc and The Guru said 'That is the book I am going to write.'



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But why? I just told you it has already been written. And was reeeeeeeeeeeally successful. Apparently b/c she has very impressive technical/clinical knowledge hers would be good. Hello?! C.A.P.'s book was good. Plus it has knitting patterns at the back. Even if I can't follow them and spent Christmas Day ripping things back :-~


Plus she told me that she understood about being 'torn' (okay too strong a word but it is all I can come up with as I steam quietly here) between two countries and that home would be where your children were b/c she grew up with her mother having left Australia and chosen to live here. Blurry lucky I have no shortage of self-esteem b/c it was one of those backhand put-downs that leaves the recipient feeling about three inches tall! I dislike the whole passive/aggressive attitude thing - either diss me or not.


This knitting group is being organised as part of a transition town thing (I only know about it from The Archers) and is open to everyone and the lady organising it is very friendly and welcoming. It is just the people she invited initially all seem to have a hippy bent, which is fine if you have a hippy nature but I amn't that way inclined. I think it can be summarised with the refreshments.



The cakes on offer were groovy, and nutty and healthful and lacking in flour, flavour and humour. And one could have tea filled with twiggy bits - rooibosch or chinese flowers I think. Or there was a Japanese plum wine or somesuch. I wonder whether I am just too middle-class to really manage this because y'know? I like my cakes to look like cakes. Gooey or golden, melting or chewy I don't mind but visually cake-like.


The cakes were like the yarn most of these girlies were using - sludgey coloured with lumpy sticky out bits. The hostessy lady is a fabulous spinner and weaver and dyer and creates beautiful things but for me, it just doesn't knit up so nicely. Again with being all middle-class (but I am so why fight it? I had this argument with my b-i-l already.) but I like lovely coloured yarn with a soft feel. I love patterns and created texture. I like to get my yarn from a yarn shop or seller, all ready to be knitted, complete with some form of tag to tell me its details. It is simply a personal preference and I would try not to enforce it on anyone but don't feel I should be classified evil b/c the only sticks I like with my knitting are the ones I am holding.


I shall keep you posted!