My current knitting is fun, but endless. Fun because I love to swatch. Endless because I have to make 200 of them and they are getting progressivly larger. Which makes them more interesting, but also more time consuming, each requiring a little more attention. I bring them everywhere with me. Tote them around in a plastic bin which though a ugly, holds everything nicely, and can get squashed without breaking. At home I move from window to window, to capture the best of the day’s natural light.
Above you see me in the living room. Surrounded by books, and pondering buttons. I’m able to read during the most boring parts of the knitting, and glance at inspiring pictures during the other parts. I find the dinner hour approaches startlingly fast, so I’ve got my funny old fashioned French Cooking in 10 Minutes, from 1930, sensible and hilarious at the same time.
“The first thing you must do when you get home, before you take off your coat, is to go to the kitchen and light the stove. It will have to be a gas stove, because otherwise you’ll never be able to cook in ten minutes.
Next fill a pot large enough to hold a quart of water. Put it on the fire, cover it and bring it to a boil. What’s the water for? I don’t know, but it’s bound to be good for something.”
