I Took a Picture

My sleep patterns are currently all over the place and I'm struggling to move, so there's not been much to post about. The highlight of the week was a new phone case.

I have a serious weakness for impulse buys. At the moment I'm craving new curtains in the study as I'm sick of these, and there's nothing wrong with them. It would feel wrong to get stuff just for the sake of it. I'm also getting bored of our plates, especially after seeing Cherie's pretty china serving dishes, but while my tableware is getting a little scratched up, it doesn't need replacing yet. I'm trying to stay strong. I think that I was right to get a new phone case, though.

Part of the case kept drooping over the camera lens and made it even harder for me to take pictures and that was the push to replace it. It's seen sterling service, and as it was extremely inexpensive, I suppose I shouldn't grumble. I got this as a replacement.

It's from the same eBay seller and was inexpensive, had good customer service and will be easy to find in a dark handbag. And while the old case may be incredibly beaten up, the phone is still in good condition. There are no scratches or dents despite my habit of dropping it, shoving it in pockets and bags and into corners when it's charging. I'd rather the phone case get battered than the phone. 

Today has been stormy, rainy and miserable. There have been people working on the roof of the house next door but one. I've been on pins all day. I don't know what's going on but whenever I've limped past the window, there's been a roofer's van abandoned in the middle of the road as they work. It's just as well I can't go out. I'd never get the car past them. It's hard to be annoyed with them, though, when I'm worrying about their safety. 

Writing stuff - I posted the latest instalment of the Guest on the writing blog on Monday here. I've also been having a rummage (because I should be doing other stuff) and I've found some stories starring Kane that never made it to the blog. I even found some stories that were on the blog but never ended up on the collection page (I've added them and it's here, if you're interested). Having lost a couple of fun articles that I wrote as a guest on a blog and failed to save, I'm considering bunging them into a book, like I am with the White Hart, just to make sure that I can't lose them easily. I'd like to know what you'd think about that. I wouldn't be able to put the ebook on Amazon if I kept Kane's stories live on my blog, but there are other places to post them. 

Hugs and good health to all. 

Parcels

I need to get better at taking pics. I have only one for this post. Like most of my life, it's a work in progress. 

We sent a care package to bear today. 

Dear Lord, it's a bad picture. We had a good box, so we added a box of biscuits (cookies) left over from Christmas, along with a bag of cashews and raisins, some Party Rings...

 

Image from WikiCommons, taken by mattbuck and shared under the Creative Commons 3.0 Attribution

I got the picture from WikiCommons, and if you're not familiar with them, party rings are crisp, thin cookies with a water/sugar icing and they're made in a factory around ten miles from here. They're one of bear's favourites. The care package also included some noodles, just in case as a fall back if he can't get out, some of the hot sauce I got the amazing offer on, peppermint tea, hot chocolate sachets and some chewing gum that I know bear has liked in the past and that was on a good offer. DH and I just wanted him to know that we think of him. 

The other parcel that happened today was a delivery. I've been considering getting new pillows for a while as mine are extremely deflated. They're more like mats than pillows. In a moment of madness, I ordered some from Temu. They came today. I didn't get any pics as DH whisked them off before I thought of it, but I may have made an error. They were far from expensive, and I think that the pillows are becoming necessary, but I should have paid more attention. They came shrunk in vacuum pack and were microscopically thin. I love it when things come like that, as watching them expand after you unseal the packages is wonderfully satisfying. I guess they went from an eighth of an inch or so, maybe a quarter of a centimetre, to at least four inches and maybe six inches, depending on how it's plumped, of silkly softness and I think that they're still puffing up after the vacuum sealing. But they're big. They're a lot longer and wider than the standard ones that I picked up in the supermarket. I was joking when I told DH that I'd have to sew two king sized sheets together to make pillowcases, but I think that I'll need to get decent sheeting and thread to package them in. I'm not sure that I can cram them into my standard pillowcases. I can see these 'inexpensive' pillows costing a lot more with the extra fabric and time. I should add, I just compared these pillows with those on Tesco, and these are allegedly smaller. They absolutely are not. 

I've been thinking about the beeswax. I've seen a few YouTube videos about reusing the ends of candles and at least one has suggested that you make a small candle and use a shop bought birthday cake candle's wick. I know enough that you need a decent width of wick compared to the amount of wax to get a good burn, and a tiny birthday cake candle wick. I got a pic from Unsplash to show the sort of candle I mean.

Photo by Waldemar Brandt on Unsplash

I'll see how the second candle burns, and I've got plenty of half used candles around that I could add to the pot. 

Mind you, I could end up saving candle ends like my grandfather saved scraps of soap. He never, ever, discarded a sliver of soap but I never saw anyone do anything at all with those thin remnants. I shall have to weigh the risks. 

Hugs and good health to all. 

I Ought to be Good

Back on the 9th January, I posted about a candle that bear bought me for Christmas. 

He'd bought it from an 'everything handmade' shop, the sort that I love exploring and that I mentally call 'knit your own rice type shops.' It gave a lovely glow, but the flame vanished surprisingly quickly. I think that there may have been an issue with the wick because there's around half a centimetre or a quarter of an inch of wax left at the bottom of the holder.

And he sent me the candle on the right from the same shop and I'm nervous to light it. There's just so much wax left from the first candle and the wick doesn't seem to go all the way down to the bottom of the second candle. 

(I really need to get better at taking pics)

I ought to do something intelligent with the wax. I should save it for lip balm, or running thread through to make sewing easier, or for putting on creaking hinges or sticking drawers. All I really want to do, though, is to get it out of my favourite tealight holder. That's going to be interesting. I'll feel dreadful if I just get rid of it, but I don't want to go to the effort of actually doing something with it. I'm willing to take any suggestions but I'm making no guarantees. 

I'm not sure what's going on with my writing blog, but that's also got a spike in numbers. It seems pretty random, so I don't expect anything, I'll just keep an eye on things. And on a similar note, I got a comment today on a post that I made on 15th May 2022 Magic Braised Burning Pot or buying a wide-necked thermos flask. This was a reasonable hit as they were asking a question about it, so I guess someone searched for answers and found me. I feel a little guilty as I couldn't give a sensible answer. I still feel it's the best named item that I've ever had in my kitchen, and it's great when I remember to use it to cook pasta in. 

Hugs and good health to all. 

Ding Dong

Here is a picture of the sound box and wiring bits of our doorbell. It demonstrates that I need to not only get a more robust attitude to cleaning, but also that I need to decorate. 

After all, that's the wallpaper that was there when we moved in, in 1994. I think I bought that picture for DH in 1997 as part of a set of four and it's been in that place ever since. At least the clock is only a couple of years old.

Anyway, the reason that I took the pic is because, after over thirty years, the doorbell finally went wrong. It may have been the storm. The UK is currently suffering from Storm Chandra, which is causing havoc with heavy rain and strong winds. Because the wind is so stormy, we are actually getting rain hitting the front of our house, with some force. Normally the shape of the street funnels wind and rain past us instead of against the windows, so it's been unnerving. The rain driving against the doorbell outside may have been the final straw. 

We hadn't thought much about the doorbell since we moved in. It's incredibly loud and can be heard all over the house, which is impressive as it's brick walls and over four floors. It sounds like the beginning of a Victorian hymn and is usually ignored by anyone making a delivery. Today, around 10am, the doorbell rang. And rang. And rang. And rang. There was no-one there, and I couldn't get it to stop. And, as I said, it's loud. Poor DH, who was working two floors above, came down to try and stop it. He was already dealing with water coming through the ceiling (again, likely direction and force of wind and rain rather than missing roof tiles) and he didn't need this at all. I started looking for electricians as DH got up a ladder and tried to make it stop. 

The doorbell is wired in, so we've never bothered with it and just answered the door. This is the first time either of us had seen under the cover. So we were somewhat surprised when, after a prod from DH, it started playing Silent Night at what sounded like 140 decibels. It's been over thirty years and we didn't realise there was a playlist. We heard Starspangled Banner and Hurrah for Dixie which was surprising, followed by God Save the King, which felt a little disrespectful, followed by Jingle Bells. The neighbours were probably all out, but they otherwise would have heard me almost falling off my chair laughing when we reached Joy to the World. 

I managed to get hold of a very nice local electrician who came out, isolated the wire and pointed out the spaces where the batteries should have been. I'm not sure if it should have been wired in originally, and I've no idea who set the playlist to nineteenth century vaguely gothic, but after years of sterling service, it is finally out of commission. We have a Ring doorbell to fall back on, which we got after trouble with some former neighbours, and half the time no-one rings or even knocks, so it could be worse. I've been meaning to get the house re-wired for over ten years, and we can get it sorted out then. It's added to the list, along with the dining room floor and the leaking porch roof. 

I texted bear to let him know, as I thought he would see the humour, and he let me know that half the power sockets in the student kitchen weren't working. It sounds like there's a lot of it going around.

Writing stuff - the latest instalment of The Guest was posted on my blog yesterday here. And while I was looking for quotations about rain, I found this, and thought it worth sharing. 

Hugs and good health to all.

Always a Bright Side

I'm typing most of this one handed, I can knit maybe twenty stitches at a time and I'm not in the best of moods. But I can still click, and I found this. It's perfect for those who like cats and have at least a small fondness for eighties rock. The best part starts after 30 seconds.

I laughed and laughed and laughed. And I've found a whole new genre of YouTube videos that can waste my time. I'm off to watch 'ZZ Cat - Well Groomed Coat.' Again. 

Hugs and good health to all. 

Has Anyone Seen My Marbles?

I have officially lost the plot, gone doolally and am away with the fairies. Yesterday I started getting a craving. It was the sort of craving you get during pregnancy or when you have a monthly need for chocolate. I was desperate - to cast on a triangle scarf. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if DH decided that I needed an intervention. But I really, really, really, wanted to knit a triangle scarf. As I'm reaching my sixties, I'm willing to blame it on hormones, or lack of them, and part of me was fascinated at why I should feel this. The rest of me decided to turn over my room in search of some yarn cakes that I bought when bear was tiny, or even before. I think I may have donated them, but my room looked like a hurricane had breezed through and I couldn't find them. Instead I spotted some double knitting that I'd stashed ready for a sweater. I grabbed the yarn and a 5mm circular needle (US size 8) which are bigger than the 4mm the yarn asked for but give a better drape with garter stitch. I settled down, leaned back and loaded up YouTube.

Not only am I losing my sanity to triangle scarves, but I seem to be losing any sort of brainpower as it took me an hour and a half to cast on and set up a shawl. I kept trying different videos to get them to make sense. I felt better after I got going, though, and it currently looks like this.

The yarn feels lovely, snuggly, warm, and soft and you can't get in any more as it was a Marriner brand and they went out of business. I've got enough for a sweater pattern.

But I'm making some mental calculations. The pattern I have asks for 500g, as it's quite plain. You can find it here, if you're interested, but I want to make it two inches longer than the pattern. There are two issues with this. I don't want to get carried away on the really snuggly shawl and not have enough for an equally snuggly sweater and I'm not sure about the length of the yarn. The yarn called for in the pattern is sold in balls that are 345m long, while the yarn that I've actually got is 290m per ball. I'm not saying the yarn is thicker than average, but it feels like it's eaten a lot of big dinners compared to standard double knitting. I may be forced to knit a swatch for the first time in years. 

And then there's the needle issue. If I knit to gauge, which I've always done in the past, I need a 4mm needle and the best one for the job is currently occupied with the multicoloured scarf in hurdle stitch that I only started a couple of days ago. So I need to finish the scarf and hat before I get carried away by the soft snuggly sweater which, when finished, will allow me to know whether I've got enough left for an amazing shawl. My track record for finishing things is not stellar, but at least this time I have an incentive. 

Not only am I concerned about my mental capacity, or lack of it, but I've done something interesting to my arm. When I told DH that I hurt my arm turning over in bed wrong, he stared at me, shook his head and told me, 'well, you will go taking risks.' I think I may have pulled a muscle of some sort, but I'm in a lot of pain, can't raise it above my head and I'm very restricted. Last time I had anything like this, it eased off eventually, but I cannot tell you how unimpressed I am at the whole business. After an evening losing all sense of proportion over a triangle shawl, I planned to go out today and find a quite corner and sit and knit. This has always helped my mental health. Unfortunately, my arm is so bad that I daren't risk driving. 

I made this on Canva yesterday. I can knit for short periods, and moving around is uncomfortable, but I may be able to get some writing done without excuses to be elsewhere. This is a good quotation to have in front of me.

In my case, action inspires me to new knitting projects. 

Hugs and good health to all. 

Slightly Mindful

I've got a few more bits done today. It's all little stuff, but it's better than I have been. There's lots of fiddly bits that aren't worth writing about. However, some knitting has happened. 

Do you remember the scarf kit that with a pattern that called for one 150g ball of yarn where you knitted from both the inside and outside of the ball, switching every other row? And I ended up with two 100g balls and some sincere concerns. Here's the old pic. 

I thought that I'd try knitting with one ball being the 'inner end of yarn' and one ball being the 'outer end of yarn' and settled down to it, but then I realised - the pattern isn't reversible. The scarf had a right side and a wrong side.

I fail at fashion, and I could never be bothered trying to get the scarf tied so that it only showed the right side. As such, I refused to try knitting that dratted pattern. Instead I got a reversible stitch from a knitting book and used that. They called it hurdle stitch, and it's two rows of plain knit followed by two rows of knit one, purl one rib. I've done this much so far.

I wouldn't mind a sweater in that stitch, but I could never face the maths that I'd have to do to adapt a pattern. I don't think that I'll use both balls for it, though. I think that I'm just under half way through the first ball, and the scarf is already 28 inches or around 70cm. I may make a matching hat. If I did it again, I'd cast on more stitches, as it's six inches or fifteen centimetres wide, but it's not bad and I'm really enjoying the colour.

I got a phone call from bear. He sounds snowed under with work but I think that he's doing okay. 

Writing stuff - I nearly forgot about sharing this on Facebook, but the latest instalment on my blog of the Guest is here 

Hugs and good health to all.