It's been quite a week all in all. I'm not generally one to blog, Carrie Bradshaw fashion. Who are the men on men who knit after all? It's not like I've met any of you...will anybody read this?
But, I get home from a Saturday's teaching and, with a glass of wine in hand, decide to share my week with you all. We are chums after all.
So, the week....I'm having a complete nightmare trying to sell a flat and have been having an even bigger nightmare dealing with the lady who deals with the affairs on behalf of my freeholder. There's one outstanding query which separates me from completion - nothing important per se, but with an un-co-operative freeholder, enough to bring the whole transaction to a grinding halt. And since I got married last year, there's a minor issue of capital gains tax looming if I don't sell soon.
To add to this general joy, there's a really complex job application to do for a job which, I realise as the week goes on, I really want. And my husband's in Scotland because his mother's really poorly and seems to have gone on hunger strike. We've reached that critical point when a member of the family needs 'care' - but what does that mean? What can we do? What do they want? And somewhere deep down, it seems that you can be nearly 90 and just give up wanting to be around any more. That's a choice too, however difficult it seems for everyone around.
So aside from all this floating round this week, I've been knitting like crazy to try and hold on to some thread of sanity...and I was feeling a bit grumpy with my current project. My husband brought me some beautiful hand-dyed yarn from Pam Murray in Orkney. It's really fine (some of you might a remember a tie I posted earlier in the year) so with what seemed like millions of stitch to the inch, I decided to make myself a slipover kind of jumper. Now hand spun, hand dyed wool being what it is, I've worked in the round the underarm point and realise the that the new batch of Pam Murray yarn which he brought back in the summer is quite a different colour....so I've tried to blend it in.....but I also realise that it's a bit thicker than the other wool. I just feel a bit disgruntled with it all. Our our projects ever as perfect as we imagine they'll be when we cast on?
But I saw Vivienne this week. Vivienne gets up at all hours and all weathers and brings a lovely collection of fruit and veg from Kent to Greenwich market along with a selection of vintage bits and bobs which I have been known to buy. I saw Vivienne on Thursday and was delighted to find a huge shining box of Seville oranges for marmalade, always a moment to cheer the heart. Vivienne was also wearing her favourite Aran jumper: cream natural wool with diamonds in-filled with seed stitch and long lines of twisted ropes. Despite spilling a cup of tea down the front and the jumper's subsequent machine washes in bleach (gasp) it still looks great and, as I was paying Vivienne for the oranges, I noticed (gasp 2) a mistake. Yes, a Mistake! On one of the simple twisted ropes, the knitter had done an over instead of an under, and instead of twisting underneath, an s shape snaked disobediently over a cable.
I know this doesn't seem that significant in the great scheme of things....but it stayed with me. What I most loved about Vivienne's jumper was the mistake....a mistake that said a real person knitted it....a real person who was perhaps distracted by the ups and downs of life and had taken solace in a pair of needles and a ball of natural cream wool. And I realised that I'd love my new slipover with it's colour changes and thicker and thinner wool.... And, job applications, caring for the family, we can just do our best.