(Still) On the Needles {October 2021}

... only they are of different sizes. Jules, for example, is relatively small. But she is there, there is no denying it.

My project of shame is a summer bag made of Papyrus. I had started it full of verve until this size, even steamed it already, but then it somehow disappeared in the basket... Waits it there just until next summer.

As an entertainment tip I can recommend the series The Bridge on Netflix. Super exciting and a German-Danish-Swedish production.

With Arlene, I have to admit that I thought there would be nothing to get knitted. Simply because she is not yet so long with Maschenfein. But I was wrong ...

Since the end of May the Spring waffle cloth for my sister has been on ice, after it slipped off the needle and I was not able to pick up the stitches again. But I have heard Noah by Sebastian Fitzek, which was so exciting that I finished it even after the "accident".

To track down Sandra's knit of shame, I first scrolled back through her Instagramfeed and did a little research on when she posted her Kolding: It was around March 20. Definitely not to be scoffed at when it comes to a knitting confession!

My knitting of shame is the Kolding from Modena and Premia from LAMANA. Full of good intentions, it was allowed to travel once through Austria and Italy to Greece ... But it remained with the intentions and so the state is still as in this picture from August 15. It was planned to have it ready for the fall. Fortunately, I had not committed myself to a particular year ...

I haven't really gotten any further on the ears either, and for several weeks I've been listening to The bone needle from Andreas Gruber.

Even for myself, I've been scouring my Instagram feed to find out when I've posted my knitted corpse. My luck (or bad luck, as the case may be): I often don't get around to posting. And so on March 15, I was already able to show a good piece of the shawl. Caya show. Ergo: I must have posted it a little earlier. My guess is mid/late February.

Caya was a classic case of "opera of one's own work". Marisa wore the shawl in a story and that's when I knew: I need this too! In my defense, I only use yarn from the stash.

And when I'm not knitting, I'm actually reading a book. The rivers of London by Ben Aaronovitch, Harry Potter for grown-ups in crime novel form, so to speak. This book has also been lying around for far too long - yet it was highly recommended to me!

Up to the basement actually had to go Marisa. That always reassures me a bit that I'm not alone with my, hmm, flexible knitting list.

My knitted corpse has been in the basement for so long that I couldn't even remember the name properly. But that could also be because it's a petite knit cardigan and let's face it, November, October, September... Aren't they all great? Finished (as beautiful as he will be in the end) is unfortunately still not my September jacket. Something I didn't like about the collar... now if I knew what, I could finish it. But who doesn't know? Instead of thinking myself into a knitted corpse, I rather quickly hit on something new ...

Rather out of necessity, I recently listened to the Hotel-Matze episode with Carolin Kebekus on the train (I accidentally went in the wrong direction). I don't really know her as an artist, but was quite taken with the conversation.