I’ve been planning this post, with this title since yesterday. I wanted to talk about the thrill I felt about finished a (reasonably sized) project, busting a good chunk of stash, followed by the uncomfortable, lonely feeling of having nothing to knit.

This morning I waited for a parcel of sock yarn, only to watch the mail van sweep past.

At lunchtime I got a call to say my uncle had died, and this post got very real, very quick.

I spent the afternoon antsy, a deep drive to get in the car and go to my aunt now, today. We waited instead, until we heard what she wanted, when she wanted us. I kept reaching for my needles, for the weight of yarn in my hands and the flow of stitches under my fingers.

After a few hours I cracked, headed to the craft store and spent an hour and a half getting lost in fabrics and patterns and piping cord. I didn’t bring home any yarn, which was impressive, but enough supplies for several pyjama pants.

We’re driving up the day after tomorrow, and as trivial as it sounds, I am desperate for my yarn to arrive before then. In the meantime I’ll pack. I’ll help. I’ll make pyjamas and take photos and wrap gifts.

Tonight I’ll sit with my fairy lights on, drink sleepy tea, snuggle my cat. Tomorrow is for making, being, going. Tonight is for being.



season’s uh, beginnings?

Despite bringing very little with me from down south, I’ve set myself up with the goal of using up all the stash I have with me — fabric and yarn. What I can’t use, I have to lose (I’m trying to attempt some semblance of this minimalism thing but, well, we’ll see). The hitchhiker I finished last week was the start of that. The next, a baby blanket. Bias garter strips sewn together to form something resembling a herringbone.


That’s two strips worth of ends to be woven in (weaved in?) and there’ll be six more before this thing is even approaching being finished.


The ends-fuelled headache is more than balanced out by soft garter squishiness. It won’t be quick, but someone very small is going to have something very soft to snuggle in.

(You may have noticed that there is nowhere near enough yarn there to finish the thing. I am resolutely ignoring that fact, future me; this is your problem now)

Just to make things fun, I’ve recently realised we’re halfway through November, and helping organise the christmas decorations for my folks’ business has kicked my holiday fever right into gear. There’s socks to knit, and maybe a hat or two (for those lucky friends of mine who live places with a winter christmas), jimjams to plant, presents to plan, fudge to make and gingerbread recipes to test (I’ve never been gluten-free at christmas before, but I’m not fool enough to think I can wing it) and quite frankly, I’m thrilled.


seventeen days

since my last post, and they’ve certainly been busy ones. We went to Welly the night before my surgery, made an adventure of it. I went in for surgery feeling much calmer than the last time around (but hungry, good god was I hungry). The surgery itself went well. I felt rough after it, but that’s to be expected. We came home.

I knit, a lot. Watched Elementary, got endless cuddles from the cat, and managed to finish a project that’s been on the needles for three and a half years;


[Pattern: Hitchhiker//Yarn: Apple Tree Knits Luxe Fingering in New Growth//Project page here]

This yarn is one of the first nice yarns I bought myself, when I started knitting properly a few years ago. I’ve stopped and started this shawl more times than I can count, and I’m struck, every time I look at it, that it’s finally done (and given it’s currently hanging beside my bed, that’s pretty often.

Not long after that triumph, I ended up back in the hospital. We’re still trying to figure out exactly what happened, but someone somewhere screwed up in giving me my steroids (stopping them just before major surgery doesn’t seem to work too well) and five days later my body gave up and landed me in ED with a line in my arm and a lot of hydrocortisone.

They kept me for a couple of days (my gut was also packing a fit and needed a little coaxing back into life), and my dermatologist took control of my medications (thank god) and I now seem to be functioning as a regular human being. My hip managed to transition from “healing” to “healed” while I was laid up in a hospital bed, and while I’m having to take it very easy, I can actually move.

The moving thing turned out to be very handy, because not two days after getting home from hospital, NZ got hit by a series of earthquakes. The two big ones woke me up with a fright, but we’re far north enough that there’s not really any damage, and while the rest of the country wasn’t so lucky, most of the damage has been to property and roads — not people.