Her master's voice

     Having successfully colour co-ordinated the knitting and reading and looking forward to a quiet hour or two enjoying both (though I still can't do them simultaneously), I find myself subject to 'the crack of the whip' or 'the smack of firm government'. In other words, Mr. C. wants me to cut the ties which bind me to this computer, insert the bookmark and put the needles away as we have things to do.

     More news on the book and the scarf when I've finished both, but for now, Linda Gillard's Emotional Geology is shaping up splendidly. I'd far rather be off in the wilds of the Hebrides with textile artist Rose, and Calum, a teacher and poet, than choosing a carpet, but I'll get back to them as soon as I can because Linda has drawn me into their story most successfully and I want to know what she's going to do with them next.

     The knitting matches the book in both colour and in texture - there's a very important textural element in both writing style and story which I'll come back to when I write about the book properly. The yarn I'm using is delectable Sophia 8 ply cashmere, shade "Esteem", from Posh Yarn, by the way.

     It's not all self-denial today, though - even as I speak Mr. C. is preparing a little snack of coffee and lemon tart to fortify us for our carpet-buying, and to make up for dragging me away from my simple pleasures. I'll be back later if he lets me!