July 16, 2006

• Bit more organisation here…

  Yahoo!  Look, we have photo content!  Seriously.  None of yesterday’s dancing (head over to one of my Morris Groupie Papparazza’s blogs for those).  However, there are edited highlights from the races on Wednesday, the day of ‘flat camera battery at three o’clock’ with spare batteries in completely and utterly the wrong bag, and some knitting content.

  
  

  Yes.  The knitting blog actually has photos of knitting.  Do not faint. 

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  So, we went to the races.  People wear outlandish outfits.  However, not everyone wears outfits that have the beholder suddenly quoting poetry.  “When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple, with a red hat that doesn’t match…” I shrieked, before trailing off in slight confusion, as you can see that it does suit her.  I think she looks absolutely stunning, what with the boa and all.  And, look.  There is a dinky little teddy bear who’s wearing a red hat too.  So sweet.  I need to find a Red Hat Society chapter for my Mother.  She is of the right mentality, even if the poem is a little bittersweet: I read it at my Grandmother’s funeral, while in my Purple-and-Red velvet suit (looks a lot better than it sounds.  Honest).

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  My Mum looked glamourous:  but then she invariably does.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Dad studied the form.  With sunglasses that flip down at a rakish angle.  I remember when he first got sunglasses that flip up and down.  I was about four years old.  He thought that they were fantastic.  He still does.  He is the only person I know who wears the things nowadays (although I know one of my friends went through a brief period of them as a teenager, he had the good style to match the sunglasses to the shape of the glasses, and it all looked much more sophisticated). Marwood he is not, a very good thing, since I don’t even want to think what Freudian complexes could ensue.  He has no idea that I took this photo.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  We cannot deny that the experience sans sunglasses is an improvement.  That’s Mum and her hat in the background.  Seconds later, the camera died upon me.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Jockeys are very short, terribly petite, and wear very shiny leather boots that don’t have heels.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  They look better on horseback.  Strange object in the right of the picture is Mum’s hat.  Yes,   That is someone stroking their chin above Mum’s hat.  She is dinky small (4′ 11″).

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Like I said, people wear outlandish clothes.  This was a more restrained, elegant set.  I liked the way the middle woman was draped over the rail.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  A few hats (at which I give up all pretext of formatting):

  
  

  

  
  

     

  
  

    

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  And then, there was Audrey (plus sock in progress.  For someone who’s colourblind, in Opal Cotton, a thoroughly satisfying yarn to knit in, and I’d like to do some more in it).  It’s rib.  It does fit me.  I still haven’t managed to organise myself to photograph myself in the jumper.  I look too dishevelled at the moment.  The pink heart is a tape measure.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  Check out the neck edging, cause of no small degree of frustration until I’d got the repeats learnt by heart.  Then less frustration.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  And Jo’s socks were finished.  This is not a good picture.  I will try and do something sexy involving Jo, her socks, her feet, and a blue sky.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  xxx

  
  

  (I love the way that people go hunting for porn and end up here due to the ‘xxx’ at the bottom of each post!)

  
  

   

  
  

   

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