We woke up to some miserable weather this morning, grey and wet. Maria and I were up first (about 8-ish), so since the other two were still snoring away I suggested this would be a good time to teach me to knit. Avoiding John and Claire butting in with conflicting and irrelevant advice.
I felt it would be a pity to use my lovely posh wool for my first attempt so Maria let me have some of her cheap sock yarn.
She’s not a bad teacher but can get a bit stroppy and her instructions can get muddled. Luckily I’m a quick learner. We tried following the pattern. I don’t know what sort of bear it was designed for but it was far too small, and I have dainty feet. Happily I have a very logical mind and with a few (not always helpful) suggestions from Maria I managed to adjust the size.
By the time Claire and John got up I was more or less done. Not bad for a first attempt.
John wanted to buy some laver bread and cockles, we needed some bits for tea, Claire and Maria wanted some more rings for Dorset buttons and I fancied some ice cream. So we decided to brave the weather and go out.
Did you know laver bread is nothing to do with bread? It’s sea weed!!! And who ever first though to eat cockels? John offered to share but we all politely refused, however we did buy some beautiful king prawns for tea.
We then drove to Mumbles for some ice cream at Verdis, the other three wanted some lunch as well so I nibbled on a bit of garlic bread to keep me going until they were ready for dessert.
What I was really there for is the ice cream.
The weather was still pretty so-so, so we decided to go back to the flat and potter around.
Maria decided to make some more Dorset buttons. I offered some helpful suggestions but she didn’t seem appreciative. Claire made a nice chocolate dessert for tea but didn’t need anyone to lick the bowl. Frankly I was getting a bit bored, there was some suggestion I should knit the second sock, but having done one I don’t fancy repeating the same thing again. Apparently there is a name for this feeling, it’s called ‘Second Sock Syndrome’.