I will make up for it today.
This is what I wore yesterday, made in 100% cotton, the style has almost become my "uniform" or what I have seen called "secret pyjamas" as it is so comfy and easy to wear.
This is my favourite print, the same style as yesterday but I decided to wear a belt today. I have lots more of the fabric and need to decide what pattern to use.
And now for something completely different.
Long Socks. BTW I totally failed on the toe up cast on. It will happen but I cast on a pair of scrappy socks for the SO as he was positively drooling over this pair.
These are for a friend and they need a fitting before I start the leg shaping.
These are the next 3 colours ready to be used in no particular order.
Herbie is poised for action, I am not sure what is claiming his attention.
He is trying to persuade Ben to play, no chance. Ben has had his walk and breakfast and just wants to rest for a while.
It is knit and natter today and I am hoping that the promised rain does not happen. The mountain is wreathed with mist that shows no sign of dissipating. It is a touch cooler and there is not so much as a glimmer of sun shine so far.
I have been watching Rip Off Britain and this morning they were talking about shopping bags. Some chap complained that he had to buy a separate carrier to put his raw meat in (this was Waitrose!). He was buying Fillet Steak and Salmon so I assume that he could afford the bag.
When I shop I use a clean me made cloth bag for raw meat (and would not put meat and fish together anyway) every time. That is pure common sense but as I have said so many times "that is as rare as Rocking Horse manure"
It used to be taught in school as Domestic Science or Home Economics or in my day Cookery Class.
Although my Granny had already instilled it into my head.
The program waffled on about food safety and the risk of cross contamination and I had to turn it off it was so preachy.
I see people throwing their shopping into bags, willy nilly every time that I shop. Some people will not learn because they simply have no interest. Mostly I think that it is the race against the clock that stops all conscious thought, the pressure is on to get it bagged, paid for and into the car as fast as possible.
That pressure comes from both supermarket and the never ending list of "things that Have to be done today" that many of us carry in our heads. That is not taking into account any children that are with Mum and adding pressure of their own.
You may have gathered that I do not like shopping, for anything. I see it as a necessary chore to be done as infrequently as possible.
No, I do not shop online. I am far too much of a control freak, I like to select my own food. I check sell by dates, freshness and size.
Why would I buy the smallest cabbage, cauliflower or broccoli when I can pick the largest for the same price?
Off the soap box now, it is past time to dog walk and besides I need to "go", too much tea this morning.