Under the hood

Back against the wall  


Blue sky and sunshine on the weekend we put the clocks forward and entered into British summertime we made a last minute decision to put on our boots and take the camera for another knitwear photo shoot.

This outing wasn't pre-planned as I had an exhausting week with one thing and another to zap me plus there's a room in our home undergoing some organisation to sort out my needles and wool. Hopefully when I eventually get this done I will find my missing skein of Brooklyn Tweed. 

The hoodies I had knit over the past few months was sitting waiting for the finished project photos. The weather, my energy and time weren't on our side. The hoodie is a pattern from one of my favourite designers Véronik Avery who writes for Brooklyn Tweed. It was a boy's pattern but I wanted to learn the techniques used and still have something to wear at the end of the project. My task was also to add a bit of a feminine touch to make it possible for me to wear it as the size was perfect for me.

It looks simple and I thought it would be quick to knit but I entered into a knitting adventure playground. I ventured to use a few techniques which would have terrified me on a larger garment. Steeks were added to eventually create armholes for my sleeves and a neckband. Before I could soak and block I had to cut the steeks to fit in the sleeves. I was nervous sewing in the drop sleeves as they needed to be accurate. I was a few days back and forward trying to convince myself they fitted correctly. I had crocheted the steeks to reinforce them but felt this made them bulky at the arms so I took leave of my senses and decided to trust the sticky wool, trimmed the steek stitches back, hand stitched the excess just to make sure and felt much better that the sleeves would lie flat on my arms.  The hood picked up and a few short rows later, another trip to the wool spa and Magnus was ready to wear.

A few photos of my knitting to share today


I had to get dressed quicker than I have ever done before! There was no time to change my mind as dad was packing the car ready to go as we really needed to make use of the natural  for the photographs. We passed the white blossom bringing branches to life, I paused for a moment longing to have my macro lens to capture the beauty of the tiny flowers. We had a taste of the good times we had last year when we walked along with our cameras looking for butterflies, a lovely prospect if the weather warms up and I can store up some energy to go back to our happy places. We need photos for our blog and galleries and 'time to forget time' as routine can be detrimental to letting go and remembering we love to be where the grass and trees are budding and all of nature is in tune.

We came home tired but inspired and Sunday was a complete day of rest. Exhaustion hit me full force, the afternoon out, loosing an hour and the energy used to pose for the photographs, I would much rather have be in the other side of the lens!


I was going to type more but as Dr Seuss exclaimed 'How did it get so late so soon?'


Thank you for reading this blog at whatever time it is in your part of the world.


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