As well as the queen-sized bedspread there’s another baby blanket on the go and the mohair shawl – which currently looks like an old-fashioned mob-cap while I work out how to start patterning outwards in a spiral. Trouble with mohair is there is no possibility of mistakes because as everyone know, Mohair Does Not Frog. It clings stubbornly to itself as though its destiny was always to be in that particular stitch next to that other particular stitch, and having achieved this nirvana it’s not going to be parted from it. At some point soon I am going to have to sit down with graph paper and a pencil and a stitch dictionary and work it out properly, but that’s going to have to wait for the bedspread to be finished.
I haven’t cast anything on (other than the bedspread) for AGES and am feeling very virtuous. I don’t even have any socks on the go, though have three balls of yarn in the stash calling seductively to me. I also haven’t bought any yarn for ages, but that’s not so much virtue as enforced abstinence brought on by being on maternity leave and Not Having Any Money.