The Ravelled Sleeve

Thank you to everyone who read my post about G.’s assessment and did not immediately write in to comment that I sounded either horrendously pushy (counting in six languages indeed!), hopelessly defensive, or just barking mad. With the benefit of a little distance, I can see I might have (ahem) over-reacted somewhat to the parent-teacher interview, going into Full Panic Mode (one of my most familiar modalities) at the mere suggestion that investigation might be warranted. It’s a funny thing, being a mother, and I now understand all sorts of odd parental behaviour that mystified me in the past — such as the tendency to talk at endless, boring length about one’s child. And how We Think You Should Get Him Tested can become There Is Something Terribly Wrong With Him in the time it takes to come out of a teacher’s mouth and reach my ear.

Anyway. As the title says, on with the show.

I recall mentioning in the same post that I had uploaded a bunch of photos for later blogging.

Swatch and yarn for a top-down raglan with cable rib for B., with the camera wobble I specialize in. The yarn is some natural-coloured aran/heavy worsted weight bought for me in New Zealand.

A selection of red, purple, gold and orange yarns for Annie Modesitt’s Cocoon Sweater (a.k.a. Twisted Float Shrug, or Twist, Float and Shrug, as my brain keeps proffering it).

Weft for a couple of blankets, from my stash. The yarn on the left is recycled from one of my mother’s UFOs. None of the ball bands have survived, but it’s brushed, with a high animal fibre content (wool and mohair, at a guess), and there’s about a pound of it. And it’s purple: very, very purple.

The yarn on the right is seventeen balls of Debbie Bliss Soho, shade 08, originally destined for a sweater until I swatched it and discovered that it virtually felts in the hand. Irritating in a sweater, but perfect for a blanket that will be fulled on completion anyway.

I don’t have anything suitable for a warp in my stash, so I’ll probably buy some Briggs and Little Regal (possibly the evocatively named Fundy Fog) that will do as a warp for both — well, it’s necessary to finish a project, right?

And finally, this:

The photo does the subtle, gorgeous colours no justice whatsoever. This is the one unjustified exception to my yarn diet, bought in a moment of weakness from its dyer on ebay in early December. No immediate plans: I post it here in the spirit of full disclosure, or confession.

And I’m almost finished the 23rd square of Lizard Ridge…