Snow snows

Like divine dandruff, snow snows outside my window, sometimes in lazy, downward spirals, sometimes in frenetic horizontal streaks, sometimes in whirlpool swirls and curlicues. It is distracting me from all I meant to do today, and is a right white blight on my plans for another two-wheeled London adventure, but it’s so pretty I don’t mind. 

Also, now that I have followed them southward, I am free to wear the mitts I knit whenever I can get my hands on them (and in them). 

Stash shlepping

After what seems like no time at all in Cambridge, I am upping sticks again for another trans-European odyssey. And sticks is not all I'm upping...

Moving around the triangle Edinburgh - Cambridge - Genoa has definitely contributed to my stash problem. Each time I arrive in a new place I stock up on stuff I worry I won't be able to get elsewhere. I know I'll be returning to all of the points of the triangle before too long but... what if the yarn I want is gone by then? And I spend the rest of my life regretting not having bought it?

I accrue more yarn in flagrant denial of the fact that I can't take it all with me wherever I roam, which leads to agonising decisions about what to knit next. Which patterns are sufficiently intricate to keep me interested whilst travelling, but not so complicated that they have the potential to go disastrously wrong if I don't give them my full attention? Then there is the problem of what to do with skeins to which I have to bid a sad, if temporary, farewell. How can I look after their welfare in my absence? Well...

... by turning them into a big, vacuum-packed yarn asteroid, that's how. I'd like to see a moth try to break in to this airless fortress.

Incidentally, just now, as I was packing, I pulled out a shoe bag from my wardrobe and found this in it.

A single mysterious ball of a rather nice colour of felted tweed. Where, when, why did I buy this? What on earth was I going to make that would take just one ball? No idea.