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Work on needles
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Silk shawl
Silk from HipKnits with dark teal green silk in a shadow knitting patterning, rhomboid shaped shawl. Distinctly ungrannyish.
Thin scarf in koigu fingering weight
Mauve / purples, garter stitch with rows and part-rows of eyelets scattered in a carefully constructed random way.
Fine ribby alpaca/silk top-down raglan
In a beautiful blue-with-slubs 4ply. Hypnotic to knit.
Beaded top in hemp
Hemp yarn from House of Hemp in 'gosh', kingfisher blue / green. Very, very nearly there
Sleeveless top for Toz in duck-egg blue Rowan DK Soft.
Toria started it and has run out of steam.
Crochet throw in sueded velour stuff
Progressing slowly. Crochet is not comfortable for me.
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SECRET
Well, nothing really. Can't even tantalize myself.
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July 21st
Peeping out of my shell
It's been difficult to blog anything these last couple of weeks and I'm really uneasy that I have another negative to write about. I did some more training with someone who is *extremely* good at what she does, but does not have good communication skills and finds it difficult to resist trying to control anything that moves. That's not a good scenario for me. Maybe I should not have invested so much intellectually and emotionally in the training to begin with. Between us we mucked it up irretrievably and I have had to withdraw from the whole setup, training and business alike. I may well have misunderstood much of what was going on, I suspect she only hears what she wants to hear, both of us could have handled things better; you can imagine the whole yukky escalation for yourselves. I have tried my absolute level best to communicate clearly and be heard, but it backfired painfully every time. It has ended nastily, to the point that I feel bullied, just thinking of her - I think that was the intention - which is even more sick-making than the fact that I have had to withdraw from further training. At least I have finished the main training and can develop it through other means from here on in. But gutted I am, more about the ruined relationships than anything else.
Count those blessings and pass them on
Otherwise things are going swimmingly. She says, smiling crisply. Chris, DS1 has his graduation ceremony tomorrow and we are trooping along proudly and taking him out to lunch afterwards. Toria DD is back from Spain having had a fantastic time. James DS2 is happily chefing and cricketing. There, I'm doing headcounts again. All here. The explosions in London today turned out either to be not bombs at all, but just detonators detonating (intended to frighten), or bombs that didn't go off. One casualty, as far as I've heard. Sending blessings. You know, when I hear about these atrocities, I wonder why people get so nasty in business. Don't you? There's already enough pain. We could do with less ego, less malice and arrogance, more love.
Knitting / soothing progress
On the knitting front I've finished the purples koigu scarf with the random eyelets. I've found the pattern I wrote for the beaded hemp top and am about to attack it again. I frogged the silk shadow knitting shawl as I started it when this whole unhappy business above swung into action, and I don't want to be reminded of the last couple of weeks.
Am I going mad?
My tomatoes are ripening, and maybe I'm not so bored with them after all. I'd still like to be a cat. One of my own cats, to be precise. I never found any fudge.
Pick yourself up, girl!
And keep on trucking. Trucking, I said. You have a vision, masses of support, and a map. Next step: I'm doing some more training, more craniosacral therapy, mid August, with Upledger, a company that is superb for training, communication, relationships, professionalism, everything one could wish for. All the courses I have done with them so far have been excellent and the backup is extremely good. This will restore my confidence. And then I'm going to visit an old friend from university in Leeds for a day, after which I'll take all of the rest of August off. I think I need it. I'll keep blogging, though.
July 20th
Escape to fantasy-land
Haven't posted for a while. Sorry. As if you'd noticed :)
Work has been piling in from all ends as well as developments on the business front. Life can be a roller coaster from time to time.
I have been reading spy stories, one of which, Stella Rimington's 'At Risk' was particularly good. The plot is so carefully constructed, I'm going to have to read it again. It's such a blessing to be able to immerse oneself in a well-written read.
July 9th
London bombings
It's not been good for us. Gutty. As in all the times before, it won't stop us going up to London regularly. I've never been totally happy on the tubes. DH would have been at Aldergate East at the time the bomb went off, if it hadn't been for a client wanting a meeting at home. Client didn't turn up, had her DH in town and was hanging on for news that he was safe. He is. DS1 Chris is doing some surveying work on the underground at nights, but wasn't up the night before. We are just lucky. All day I was doing those ridiculous head-counts that mothers do, even when all offspring are grown-up and accounted for. Three. There are three of them. One, two, three. All there.
This man is eary
G8, Tony Blair giving his (pretty impressve) speech on hearing about the bombing. All the G8 leaders and some hangers-onners behind him. Serious faces, concentration, a sense of serious leaders getting to grips with serious things, like reality. But who is this? A little boy with a smug but strained smirk on his face, stiff, exceedingly uncomfortable, looks like a boy scout out of his depth and needing the loo, doesn't know where to look, doesn't know what to do, what's going on, as if his auto-cue had suddenly cut out or his minders had lost the remote control. What the hell is going on between his ears??? And who is pulling his strings? Really? From here, it's bloody frightening, I can tell you.
I'm bored with tomatoes, I want to be a cat. And I have a yearning for fudge.
Ali Pally for S.E.X again
Yippeeeeeeeeee the Knitting and Stitching Show is on at the Ali Pally again and I'm going!!!!! I shall start planning now, for the last time I went (two years ago), it was such a good Stash Enhancement Expedition opportunity, I shall be more prepared this time. That's where I first discovered the glories of hemp. I'm going on Saturday. Anyone else going to be there?
July 3rd
Vivian Hoxbro again
Beautiful silk from HipKnits and some luscious silk I picked up on Ebay recently have moved me to start a 'Shadow Knitting' shawl from Vivian Hoxbro's new(ish) book. HipKnits' silk is variegated light and my 'dark' is deep deep kingfisher blue / green. Again, I know. Such subtle patterning and I love it. It's not a wing shawl as in her pattern, but it has diagonal stripes which go in the opposite direction from the rhomboid. I'm keeping going with the rhomboid shape and not reversing it to bring it back over the shoulders. It will be quirky and feel good. I'm enamoured of how the light catches the patterning.
London wins me over again and again and again
Went to Wimbledon yesterday (Saturday) and saw Martina Navratilova on court one. She is totally beautiful, inspiring, amazing. And has unbelievable legs. I had such a good time with good company. London was magnificent with Live8 (2400000), the Pride March (30000), Wimbledon and Lords (for the cricket) all going on at the same time. More tomorrow. Maybe even picis... of yarn.
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