More jam - this time it`s Strawberry (which actually set, though it tastes ok it isn`t quite the same when you pour it onto your toast instead of spreading it!) and Blackberry and Apple.
I have saved the worst til last... DH loves Damson jam, I tell him that I really must love him to make that - have you ever tried fishing out all the stones (it takes at least 50 damsons to make a 1lb and that`s if they are a goodish size!)
The pasta dress? no I wasn`t going mad. DD and I had a very enjoyable trip to the V&A, in fact we enjoyed it so much we went back a second time. She is doing Textiles GCSE and part of the course involves studying how nature affects design, and she will ultimately have to design an item of clothing, so we went to have a wander round the fashion and textiles sections. Not that this has anything to do with the pasta dress - but I was just fascinated that anyone would even think of creating this - I mean we used to get the kids making pictures out of pasta at playgroup, but a dress!!!
This week I have mainly been `unknitting` well un-tunisian crochet ing if I'm going to be technical. This was one of Rene's less successful attempts - it had four sleeves and had been sewn up with one of the fronts twisted through the armhole?! Anyway, it is no more and in the process of (the rather boring job of) unpicking, skeining, washing and balling up again, I have come to the conclusion that I am a bit of a thinking knitter - no I don't mean I am intelligent, rather that I spend as much time (if not more) thinking about knitting than actually doing it. And to prove my point I am intending for the magenta balls (which incidentally were the welts) to become a Coronet hat and a hot water bottle cozy and the lilac to be an Aran shawl - See, I spend far too much time looking for patterns and planning, if only I was to actually knit some of the stuff I just might be this good.....
Well, in my dreams. I do wish I had taken a few close up pictures of these. They are from the first half of the 1800's, and so fine in every sense of the word. Knitted in an incredibly fine cotton on goodness knows how thin a needle. I was totally in awe, and failed dismally in doing them justice in the photo.