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Gordon Brown’s wife, Sarah is a knitter…
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Look who is on the cover of November’s Voyager magazine…
I saw this in Benetton’s window at St Stephen’s Green. They’re not handknit…but they should be for that ‘homemade for Christmas-look’
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The ‘handball incident’ is yesterday’s news. I’m taking in some French culture at the IFI’s French Film Festival this week.
I noticed this sign as I was walking through the Swan Centre, in Rathmines…
Hmmmm, I wonder if my health insurance will provide coverage????
The Constant Knitter and I were having a knitterly conversation over coffee one day, and we concluded that knitters are foodies and foodies have the potential to be knitters.
The blogging knitters who love food & baking:
teaandcakes’ shortbread recipe
stollen by asimpleyarn
flibbertygibbet
knittingneels’ bread & butter pudding
halu halo’s chicken adobo
turtleknits’ lemon mousse
tangelledangel’s best brown bread recipe ever
Then I question my own philosophy of healthy eating, “How can an order of vegetable tempura be considered healthy?”
photo by Christopher Hawkins
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,
though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
( John McCrae, May 1915)
Warning: only the knitters and those who are acquainted with the TV programme, The X-Factor will comprehend this of this post.
A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of spending the evening with two knitting friends, kneehigh and teaandcakes. There is something to be said about yarn fumes and its side effects. Between the laughter and giggles, one can view the X-Factor’s personalities from a knitter’s perspective:
- Louis Walshcloth
- Simon Cowl
- Cheryl Colesy (as in a teacosy…)
- Danni Mi Toque (Mi Toque? A toque is what the Canadians call a winter hat)
- DerMitten O’Leary
I credit these two enablers for giving me the idea for the next competition, The DKC X-Factor Challenge
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Subject material matches the weather today… cool, dull, grey, and rainy. I wish the wind could blow all this away. Oh well, back to the books.
