What is in my Ravelry Queue

Wouldn’t you like to know?

Part 1. Part 2 can be found here

I love Ravelry. It is a wonderful knitters paradise. Here I have joined groups, taken part in yarn swaps and lusted over patterns.

I currently have 10 patterns awaiting needles (I do have a magazine with a pattern I like but I haven’t found it on Ravelry to add yet).  Which does not sound like very much when you look at some queues that are in the hundreds if not thousands. I add often and I do remove if I find something I like better or think seriously, would I make that. Shawls being at the top of this category because the accessory box is full to bursting. I need more hand knitted garments. Operation Sock Drawer is in full swing. Or YarnGasm‘s BoxOSoxKal is underway as well.

I even have some of the potential yarn stashed already.

  1. The Viajante


A laceweight shawl with a hood. Yes I know I previously mentioned I do not need anymore to wrap around my neck. I am going to ignore you screaming at my hypocrisy over this pattern and the next in line.I have the yarn for this already. Stranded Dyeworks Dift Base, Colourways Imperial and spook. I want this shawl for its ease when traveling, if you hadn’t heard already Viajante The Traveller is designed to go on adventures around the world. That is my idea anyway.

2. Crazed Scandinavian Cowl

The same pattern designer as Socks From the Toe Up my excuse for this neck warmer being in my queue still is that I bought the pattern in November and I have half the yarn already. A discontinued colour of Stylecraft Life 4ply. This looks challenging to me. It requires a provisional cast on,. something I haven’t tried. It is double sided, again something new. Colour work is not something I have attempted before. The pattern is entirely in charts, which I do not get on with so all in all I think it would be a big challenge getting practice on lots of techniques.





3. Bonny by Tincanknits

I am already planning what I am going to do with my Viajante leftovers. I need more lightweight hand knitted garments in my wardrobe. I love it when the weather gets colder then the thick cabled aran jumpers can come out to keep the chill at bay, but during the Spring and Summer months some lighter clothes are needed. The Bonny seems to do the trick for me, mostly plain with a little lace detail around the neckline to keep you interested. It should be a straightforward knit.

4. Morning Mist by Annie Rowden

A DK weight sweater which would be perfect for warm Spring walks and cooler Autumnal adventures. Again I have gone for a top with a plain body and patterned neckline, this time the texture is on the back. What I have noticed from working in a Ladies’ fashion department is people love a top with details on the back because when you are waiting in a queue that is the part of the garment on show. Undecided on a yarn for this, I like the idea of a cotton blend, something easy to wear.

5. The Exploration Station by Stephen West

Who has not knitted one of these? As someone who only got into Ravelry this year, and after discovering Knitting Podcasts over the Christmas Period I am extremely late to the Stephen West party. I have not tried any of his patterns although I love them all. You may have already noticed I am a fan of bright colours as is he. The patterns he designs are gloriously bright and cheerful. The main reason this appears in my queue is the brioche element. I like to knit projects which will teach me a new technique and brioche seems to the buzz word in the knitting world at the moment. The Exploration seemed to start the snowball which continued to grow after Mina Phillipp of the Knitting Expat published her Le Moelleux Shawl which is knit entirely using the brioche stitch. I am not a fan of her patterns but I do love her.


Howdy Hi

Hello people of the Blogosphere. How have you been?

I don’t know about you, but I have had an interesting start to the year.

My car is dead and I am still waiting to get it to the garage, just don’t ask, I am fed up of explaining and I also find it super embarrassing not being able to get about as easily as I would, had been fully functional. This inability to drive happened shortly after forking out for the road tax, MOT and my insurance for the year. Hurah!

I have had my Birthday. So many joy from that. We were in Brighton were I frequented YAK, the Yarn and Knitting store. I popped in a couple of times buying more laceweight. I do have a problem, I am yet to knit with any laceweight, but I just feel the need to buy all of it when I find it. I scored some DyeFor Yarn in colourways, Tweety’s Revenge and Passing leaf storm. I also grabbed some Malibrigo laceweight in colourway, Shocking Pink. I have many ideas for this yarn but I am still undecided because it feels amazing. I did get some LITLG sock weight, colourway Beach Hut, because I did have an idea months ago, for getting sock yarn from places I visited, so I would have souvenir socks. Beach Hut seemed appropriate for this Brighton trip. Plus the colours in this speckled yarn are just so me, so if I don’t go through with this project, I will still love the yarn I purchased. I am so pleased that as I was researching the colourways online just now, I learned I can buy from YAK over the interwebs. Goodbye paychecks as now I don’t have to travel all the way back there for more goodies. yak

In Brighton we ate too much and drank too much. Enjoyed some strong sea air before returning home with a nasty cold. But I did get a lot of knitting done because I haven’t wanted to do much else with this rotten cold. I am at the end of it now. No longer freezing cold permanently or suffering headaches that cripple me and only soothed by sleep.

I have also been watching Netflix a lot more being confined to bed where I found that Adventure Time is no longer available to watch, sadtimes, so I have been rewatching Pokemon and really enjoying that to knit/wind skeins to.

I have met up with my Brother who took me to Loop in London and it was as magical as I thought it would be. About half the size of YAK but twice as much stock crammed in. I was a little overwhelmed, I had no projects in mind, monetary issues and a self imposed yarn diet was in place. My mind could not cope with all that was on offer, so much I wanted to try and colours that were beautiful. I felt myself darting around looking at yarn but I was not seeing it and it was one of those moments were I think I needed to sit down with some coffee and think before I acted on impulse. I did not leave empty handed, don’t you worry. There was a skein that called me, The Uncommon Thread, colourway Hi-Vis Yellow.

Yes, it is as bright as it sounds and it is amazing. I cannot make up my mind up as to whether it should be a pair of socks or used as contrasting heels/toes for other socks because a pair in that may be too bright. The other possibility would be a component colour in a eye catching shawl.

We finished the day by having a quick look around the National Art Gallery before a fire alarm went off and had to evacuate the building, to which I was cold and wanted to get back to the safety of home, bake some cakes to take to work for my Birthday and curl up with some knitting after all the knitspiration I received in Loop.

That is my update. More is planned and with Easter Weekend coming more should come. If not shout at me and I will get my butt in gear. I have bloggy ideas and plan to spend the res of this Saturday night starting them off ready.


Birthday Wishes

With my birthday approaching, only a month away, mixed with my new found love for all things handdyed and ravelry. Here are a few things I am hoping the birthday fairy may bring. Or at least I may get a little bit of birthday money and I shall buy it myself.

To be honest most years I don’t know what I want, so this makes a nice change for me. You may have a knitter in your life, and may want to surprise them with something they will love. These are my suggestions use them if you wish.

I would love a Mina Makes project bag in a super colourful fabric, that will make me happy every time I look at it. I am fed up of using plastic bags to store my projects, it is just not that nice.


Stuffed to the brim with Stranded Dyeworks Paradise yarn, my first handdyed yarn which I love and would love to have some more for my stash. I have Almost finished my Color Affection Shawl I wouldn’t mind making some matching gloves or socks, maybe even a hat. I want to make all the things striped yellow and green.jungle

I am in desperate need for some stitch makers, safety pins are a little too cumbersome for my knitting and they just don’t look as nice as these simple hearts.heart markers

At only £2.00 useful in so many projects, any knitter would be pleased to see these gifted to them.

From other blogs and Podcasts I have been hearing all about this Loop in London.


A yarn store that sounds magical and is overflowing with colour and just looks heavenly. Someone please take me there! I am not safe to go on my own.

  1. I get lost, way easily and London scares me.
  2. I would buy wayyyyyyyy too much and would need someone to hold me back.
  3. I have weird ideas about what colours go together and will need someone to rap my knuckles if I was grabbing colours that I like with no clear idea on what I want to use them for.

If you really that knitter in your life, then I am sure they would appriciate a fantantastic set of of Knit Pro Symphonie circular needles, interchangeables. I have a few Symphonies already and I love working with them. I have always preferred wooden needles to metal. I have since learned that metal is meant to be quicker, but I find wooden is quicker for me, mainly because the slightest movement makes me lose stitches. So in a sense loses the speed. Hey ho. I have to be awkward and different.



And if you really love me,

I really want a new laptop so I can up my blogging game. My current one is so slow, it is nearing 5 years of age. My fund stands at £32.00. So I have a long way to go on that.


Geoff’s First Adventure

One half of the first Dozen Adventures. I needed to upload something, so you can have the first half for now. I did not realise how much time writing takes, I have been preoccupied with gift knitting this month. I will come back with the ending when I have reached it.

Once upon a time there was a husband and father who loved his family dearly. His wife loved big ball gowns and trinkets. His sons; Nato and Geoff, loved their parents more than the world. They lived on the farmlands in the Ongoing Plains. Derry worked hard to feed his family and keep his wife in the jewels she held so close to her heart. One day, in the harshest of winters, there was no work in the farmlands, the family began to struggle.

‘Where is my gold necklace? You always give me a necklace for the Winter fair.’ Said the wife to her husband.

‘We can’t afford it my love. I had to pay the rent and feed our growing boys’ Derry replied.

‘Don’t you remember what you promised my father? You said I would want for nothing or does our love mean nothing to you now?’ She spat bitterly. Derry knew the wrath of his wife and knew no words would soothe her. He had to think fast to fix his problem.

Derry took himself to see the Baron of the Ongoing Plains, Errol, a young but caring man. He made his plea.

‘Baron Errol, the winter is hard and this time of year gives us no food, could you please loan me twenty gold coins. Two weeks is all I ask.’ The Baron said nothing as he begged to keep the roof over his family’s head. ‘Please take pity on me sir. I have been loyal to your great family since I was a boy.

Errol thought hard before he spoke. A boy would be useful to him; he needed an opportunity to test his power.

‘What can you give me in return for my coins peasant?’ He spoke these words down his nose to Derry.

‘I have a house you can hold against me, that is all I own.’ It took a lot to bet your home against you.

‘That tiny thing?! It’s not enough.’ He grinned. ‘I will take one son and if you do not pay me back, I shall take the other.’ And with that Derry was dismissed and passed the gold by a servant who whispered in his ear. ‘Take heed; do not squander which you have already lost.’

Derry rushed back to his home to find one wife moody by the fire. He handed her the purse, she squealed in glee. Dreams of the wonder she would wear exploded in vivid colour inside her mind. As she spoke of all the things she would buy, Derry searched the house and grounds for his blessed sons. Only Nato was found, he did not know where his brother had gone and the pair worried.

Baron Errol had Geoff, locked in his keep. He had a spell brewing, one he had been dying to try. The nature of this potion would turn the victim into a wolf under the control of the potion master. The cauldron had been bubbling for over two weeks before the Baron visited his captive. Geoff was chained up, confused, starving and alone. Errol had had the cook make a grand meal for Geoff using the potion, he had starved the boy in the hope that he would shovel the plateful. He stood by the door in the shadows, keeping himself hidden, he kicked the plate over. Geoff looked up and then back to the food, he fell to the floor as Errol released the chains. He sat up with a grunt; the food looked fit for a king. ‘Why is it in front of me?’ He questioned himself. Errol watched the boy nibble at a carrot and left him in peace as he made plans for his new beast.

Geoff stopped eating as soon as the shadow had left the door. He scrambled himself up and pulled his new skinny wrists from the shackles. Breathing deep and flexing his aching bones. Geoff’s only thoughts were on escape and ran to the open door. He ran.

Derry’s wife had wasted the money; there was still no work in the farmlands. He began to panic. Nato had been depressed ever since he lost his brother. He spent any spare time searching the woods for him. Little did he know that he was next. Derry sat by the fire with his wife shouting at him about the empty purse, he sat in silence watching his other son scouring maps looking for place his brother could be hiding. He could not take anymore; he rose from his chair, ignoring the constant belittling and put a hand on Nato’s shoulder.

“I know where he is. If we don’t free him soon, you will be sure to join him.” Derry admitted his foolishness and told his boy just what he had done.

“Father, I cannot forgive you for what you have done, but you must help me rescue my brother.”Nato rose and put on his cloak. Derry followed him, feeling like a shameful child.

Geoff made it out of the keep, before he fainted. He began to shake and his very being began to change.

Nato and Derry were running across the Ongoing Plains racing to Errol’s keep under the guidance of the caring moon. They reached the gate and the servants were running wildly, frantically looking for something, no one heard their pleas. The baron found them, he marched over and Derry froze in fear. Nato squared up, stood his ground he looked Errol in the eyes.

“Do you not remember what was said to you Derry?” Errol smiled, he had lost one experiment, now he had gained another.

“Take me Baron Errol. Please spare my boy.” He fell to his knees. Errol reached a hand over to Derry’s head.

“Do not squander which is already lost.” He tightened his grasp and pushed Derry down into the mud. Nato went to strike Errol but he cast a spell that stopped him in his tracks.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. If you want to save your brother, then you need to come with me. Calmly.” He tutted and turned in a swirl of his robe. Nato could not control his feet he followed the Baron leaving his father weeping in the mud.


The Heartbeat of War

My A level coursework. Been rereading it, hoping to inspire some new writing.

Never before had I sat so still and watched the world collapse into a chaotic mess. Men from around the world joined together to fall. We were crawling over No Man’s Land, struggling against the swamp like mud. Drums of war had been replaced with a beating cough which echoed in our empty chests; an incessant noise blending in with the cacophony of war as we forced our way slowly forward. Troops, already in danger, set off flares, haunting the night’s sky; angels of death. Our drenched feet carried us unwillingly, dragging the empty minds of soldiers, taking us to the end. Mindless drones wandering the land aimlessly as pathetic dreams of life escaped in cold clouds of breath. Every man, almost asleep, sprung into life as the gas-shells land.



Mary was staring doe-eyed at me again. I kept my eyes to the floor. She was worrying about me, always worrying, always watching, as if I was about to breathe strangely.

“These dreams you keep having, they won’t go away. You can tell me anything. What happened out there, Alby?” She reasoned with me, her voice as soft as silk, her eyes bright and innocent. I knew about the dreams, I knew I woke up screaming, but I didn’t know they were dreams, not until I woke up. I looked at her, smiled with the side of my mouth. I tried to open up, talking about it made me relive the war. I couldn’t lie to Mary anymore.

“I keep having the same the dream, of the same day, of the same moment.” I winced as the words fell unprotected from my mouth. Mary took my hand in hers, gave me an encouraging smile. I remember the day, like I was living it again. One month, before ceasefire, I watched him again, flail in pain before my very eyes, he was not much younger than my boy now. I took a deep breath and spoke.

“I saw a friend die helplessly.” I rose from my seat and went into the other room, to see my son’s photograph, to pray for his safety in this new war. My war came flooding back. I heard Mary say something, but I had already gone.



“Gas! Gas! Quick Lads!” The captain cried, we rushed, fumbled our masks out, sticking them on our faces, hoping we got them on in time. We all looked to each other, nodding to one another, giving the sign of ok. That was when we saw him. One solitary man fell. If we were on sea, someone might have called out ‘Man overboard’. Not here, when someone falls to their knees after breathing in a wave of green gas, there was no salvation. He wriggled and squirmed, like a worm in the beak of a bird, staring death in its gnarly face.

A young boy, no more than fourteen, had lied his way in to the army, had lied to be noble because he believed in a lie. He had left on a train like so many others. Tommy, he dreamed he was Sir Lancelot. He couldn’t wait to get home to his dear mother, as he was excited for the respect and pride that awaited him for suffering a man’s duty.

We all watched him, unable to help, we watched a friend die in the most distressing way. He tossed and turned in the mud, howling for help. It was too late. These moments I hated, these moments were done to luck, no skill of battle. Dodge one bullet only to get blown to shards the next.



Mary stood beside me, trying to link her arm in mine, giving me comfort and pulling me out from my head.

“He’ll be alright Albert. They say it’s better out there now.” Mary naively said to me.

“He’s not safe Mary. I fought out there for a better life. I didn’t go and fight for my son to go through the same terror!” I knew I shouldn’t speak to her like this, but she shouldn’t speak like she does. “How do you know he’s alright? He hasn’t written for weeks. We were told Dulce et Decorum est last time Mary! Are you that naïve?” I stormed out into the street, stood in the cool dark air. I leaned back against the cold brickwork, calming myself.

“Edward, God help you if it’s as bad as it was for me.” I whispered into the night. I closed my eyes and returned to Flanders’ fields.



We were told we were brave Sir knights fighting proudly with the swords of freedom. But look at us now, spluttering in the honour of our king, clinging to the fraying edge of life. Tommy twitched now. There was no sound coming from his mouth, and then, his body froze solid. I looked down upon him. He had left the war the only way I knew how. He was finally free of the atrocities of the twentieth century. Tommy’s naivety had cost him his life. The men walked past him, ignoring him. They treated him in the same way the government has. There will be plenty of men back home eager to replace him, thinking they can survive it here. We walked away from his limp shape and the mud soon wrapped itself around him sealing him in all of our looming fates. Boots soon trudged over his coffin made of mud.

German guns exploded, ignored in the distance; linked to our heartbeats pulsing as one across the land. The bullets flew through the air past the birds and straight in to the men’s hearts, killing them before they hit the ground. We, who ducked in time, extended our miserable existences just by a moment. We crawled back the way we came, crawled back in to the trenches searching for shelter. What we found was what we left, a soggy, disheartening home. We had got no further but had come right back and lost good soldiers on the way.



The air raid sounded pulling me from my past, I didn’t move. Mary screamed at me to get in the shelter. I ignored her. I just thought of my little boy, whom I had sworn to protect eighteen years ago.

The First of the Dozen Adventure



Hidden, long Lost, cauldron, imprisonment, foolish, child, transforming, crazy, contest, wolf


The curse was lifted as had been foretold.



Young Geoff becomes a werewolf (child, transforming, wolf)

Cursed by Errol because he is the collateral in his father’s debt (foolish, crazy)

He is captured as a wolf by the Taki tribe for the warrior festival (contest, imprisonment, long lost)

A young Milsy lifts the curse with the help of a magic potion (cauldron)

He stays in the mountains with the Taki (hidden)

Let’s see where we can go from here.


A fantastic start to the year, hungover, I have been a lot worse so I see this as an improvement. I had a lovely day spent with friends and then an even better evening spent cozied up in bed crocheting the optional squares for my Sophie’s Universe blanket that I am also under. We ate pizza in bed watching Futurama, Bender’s Game. 

I am content right now. 

I have been reviewing my past year and thinking about my recent mental health issues and how I am going to help myself get better. Every year I make the ineverable resolutions just like everyone else but never keep them because I make unachievible goals. This time is different, I have sat down and really thought about it. I have thought about things I want to make and do rather than change my personality. I have been coming to terms with myself, I am me and I like it. 

The first one, is the same as everyone else. Lose weight and get a little fitter. This year I have added a little extra to this task. I have some goals attached to it as I have lost 3 dress sizes so techniquly have completed that resolution from last year, Istill have a little bit more work to do. My new task is to be able to run for at least 30mins comfortably. I was making good progress at the gym until Winter hit and my hibernation began. My other goal is to wear a dress I got from a charity shop on my birthday. Not only do I want to fit in it, I would like to feel comfortable in it. 

Same as last year, finish Rowly which has slightly grown this year but not as much. I have introduced a new writing exercise which I will do monthly. Using the cards from my Once Upon A Time board game, I will write a short story set in Starcrossd Wasteland and I may even start to make some small illustrations, see how it goes. 

I would like to do more yoga, practise at least 3 times a week. For all over well being. 

I would like to finish my Christmas cross stitch I started a few years ago, even if I just fit in 1 hours worth of work a week. 

I plan to log my progress on these tasks and hopefully 2016 will be bigger and better.