October 26th, 2014

The Librarian

Well that came together VERY nicely ...

Mentioned already that I'd purchased this handspun yarn from Laura Chau and it had arrived in my mailbox on Friday. And have been trying to decide what to do with it, knowing that whatever I make MUST use every possible centimetre of this luscious, one-of-a-kind skein. Can't be overly lacy because lace patterning gets lost in variegated yarn and beautiful colour variegations get lost in lace ... definitely a lose-lose situation.

And then, this morning, just a few minutes ago, I remembered that I bought this Laura Chau pattern a couple of years ago: Milkweed Shawl. Absolutely perfect: lots of solid fabric with just a dash of simple lace here and there ... ideal to show off the yarn. And it's only right that yarn and pattern created by the same person should go together. :-)
The Librarian

Feeding the dark side of my sense of humour

I know it's going to be a GOOD memoir when I read something like this early in:

Of course, we weren't able to get back to Guy's every day. Lunch was eaten everywhere and covered every variety of meal, from sausage rolls gobbled as we bowled along the Mile End Road in the car to repasts at the Ivy or La Coquille. Sometimes we even ate sandwich lunches in the mortuaries, and there was the famous day when Dr. Simpson, who was always telling West that the floor of Southwark mortuary was clean enough to eat off, dropped a Spam sandwich onto the said floor, which, although certainly very clean, was nevertheless a mortuary floor. There was a heavy silence, during which West eyed Dr. Simpson expectantly. Then Dr. Simpson, with a half grin, half grimace, said, "Well, West, here goes, I said it." He stooped, picked up the sandwich and ate it. "Well done, sir!" exclaimed West.

From "Murder on the Home Front" by Molly Lefebure.