April 10, 2009

• Complimented…

  Last night was the night for it.  Compliments.  I pottered over to iKnit London for knitting night (Ciorstadh was there, and Yvonne), and scoffed mini-eggs and admired the Cliff Richard Calendar in the loo, and all the yarn in the shop – I am still coveting the Colinette Point 5 that attacked me when Franklin visited, and now there’s some Baba something-or-other that shrieked ‘Urchin.  Make me into an Urchin!’ at me.  I bought some buttons for my Baby Surprise Jacket (all ends sewn in as at 1am).

  And, a lady came up, and said “can I watch you knit?  I knit continental style, and I’m trying to explain to my students about knitting English style, and you have by far the most elegant way of holding your yarn, and knitting, that I’ve ever seen.”

  This was a lovely, unexpected, compliment.  I was overcome, she watched, I got all self-conscious, it wore off, I knitted better, and all was well.

  Then the Dishy Barrister texted to say that he was glad I’d enjoyed myself the previous night (I’d gone for dinner at the Army and Navy Club, in order to be formally thanked for the hours I’ve put in on the Inter-Club website – and no, I’m not linking to that website, just Google.  He watches the site stats like a hawk does that one) and that I’d looked absolutely gorgeous: I had a new dress from Hobbs sale, and I’d managed to wash and dry my hair that morning.  A quick blow-dry makes all the difference to my hair, as it does with many of us.

  Finally, on the way home, we met a lovely dog called Trixie who belonged to a homeless chap, and we bought her some food, and she was very pleased and full of tail-wag and happy.

  I’m off to my parents’ tomorrow.  Now, though, I intend to potter gently while wearing peanut-butter stained jim-jams.  I shall get dressed when it’s time to go out to a couple of birthday parties, both fortunately just round the corner at Cecil Sharp House.

  Oh yes.  The Welshman hasn’t ever seen Torchwood, therefore does not understand the concept of Ianto and coffee…  Mind you.  If he’s Ianto, does that make me a wannabe Captain Jack?  Tendency to military style coats notwithstanding, I’m just not tall enough.

  xxx

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  List

  • Bevin Boys letter
  • Brownie Accounts
  • Brownie Admin (invite new Brownies)
  • Email warden re. change in Guider in Charge for Pack Holiday
  • Update form for Rotary Young Leaders’ weekend yomp
  • Make Bed for Great Dane Puppy (who, incidentally, failed to pay this month’s rent before going to Sydney).
  • Pack for weekend
  • Musical Instrument Insurance
  • Pay FOCS subs
  • Pay Ground Rent & Service Charge Feel rather poor after all that paying.
  • Pack for rugby tour  Mr Still Attached texted at silly o’clock in the morning.  Apparently it’s going to be cold.  I’ve been packing for warm.  Have to start again.  Must remember lots of socks for the rain.  He then sent another saying it would be warm.  And a third saying he would try not to seduce me while we’re away.  Could thus throttle him.  Have told him I’m Not Interested and cited Welshman as Boyfriend – he isn’t.  But he’s happy to be described that way if it makes my life easier, and that is another reason to love him.
  • Sew in ends of Hanami, take to parents’, hope for nice weather to photograph
  • Start knitting wedding bags.
  • Knit something frivolous for me first….  Started
  • Go to parents
  • Cut out quilt and piece at parents’ (dead easy quilt pattern, has about six pieces).
  • WRITE
  • sort random bits of paper in sitting room for recycling/tidying
  • Recycle/tidy random bits of paper  You know, I have over 100 First Class stamps?  I feel less poor now, particularly since the postal prices went up!
  • sew button back on coat when its dried
  • Work Sunday morning and Monday night, which is, frankly, obscene but then the overtime might go towards a Bohus sweater.  Sunday morning was optimistic: I had to sit and wait and eventually at 1.30pm they were ready for me to test.  Huzzah.  Missed Church but didn’t miss much according to Mum.  No sermon, and never mind happy-clappy, there were ACTIONS to the songs.  Also, large TVs and many small screens down the nave of the church so you didn’t need hymn books.  As traditionalists, this was not felt to be any sort of improvement or any way to treat a church that’s quite a few hundred years old.  Still, apparently there were lots of children there, which was good.

  xxx

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