19 November 2014

Knitting - a rash of headbands

Headbands are the order of the day at the moment.  Here are some I have knitted so far, some I have shown you before, buts its good to see them altogether.  Most of them are for babies/toddlers, so great quick knits, and also great stash busters

This evening I am casting on some Christmasy ones, photos to follow

17 November 2014

Mixed bag weekend

According to Google 
this is my 1000th post 

To that end this post is about all the things that make up Granny's World - family, knitting, gardening and music.  This weekend had them all.

Firstly family.  The boys came to stay for the weekend and whilst the weather was a bit rubbish, we did manage to get outside for a while to get some air and exercise, clearing leaves

Plenty of drawing and puzzles

Teasing the chickens through the window

Tower building

I also got some knitting done -

This simple headband - 72 stitches using aran weight yarn on 7mm needles, just 4 rows 2 x 2 rib, 8 rows stocking stitch, 4 rows 2 x2 rib and cast off.  Sew up seam and add a flower of large button over the seam to hide

This cowl with matching headband (I adapted the pattern here) is Super Snuggly by Penny Whitehall from  Simply Knitting issue 88

This headband is for Rachel as she wanted one to match Jess's but without the flower.  Again a very simple 2 x 2 rib over 90 stitches for 20 rows on 4.5mm - aran weight yarn

 Here is Jess wearing hers - she has been very poorly over the last 2.5 weeks, finally on the mend thank goodness.

Then the music - Clare Teal does Doris Day.  A very enjoyable evening

So there you have it our weekend.

11 November 2014

We will remember them

To those who made the ultimate sacrifice

For The Fallen - by Robert Laurence Binyon

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
England mourns for her dead across the sea.
Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
There is music in the midst of desolation
And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again;
They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
To the innermost heart of their own land they are known
As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness,
To the end, to the end, they remain.

10 November 2014

Colourful Borough Market

Three blog posts from one day out, not bad going.  First there was the poppies and then the walk around, and now Borough Market.  It so popular especially with the tourists, one that we have been too lots of times but just love it.  Not the cheapest place to shop but oh so colourful and some wonderful characters.

They must do really good coffee here, this was the queue......