In through the Bunny Hole

 

It being the season of goodwill I've been knitting like fury to put together some presents for the nieces/nephews/grand nieces etc etc.

So not much yarning of my usual sort. HERE are some pieces, some patterns, pics and a poem I wrote decades ago which was published in Cork Literary review.

In Through the Bunny- hole

 

My mother never taught me how to m1L

 

I can slip knitways and knit two together

even through back of loop.

I can pick up and knit and turn and purl and turn and slip

and pass slip stitch over.

Enough to make bobble and cable.

Enough to make story.

 

They say that every Aran pattern tells its own tale.

I see us sitting, generations of women,

clicking fluently with our fingers

of where we’ve been and where we are going

while our tongues trip over new syllables.

 

My mother never taught me how to m1L

She never needed to speak of village clearance

or emigration

or a woman in white foreboding ill

or a thrush heralding good fortune…

 

But what if I do?

 

These socks are knitted using yarn from my favourite company, West Yorkshire Spinners. Fairy Lights Sparkle. And though you can't see it these socks do sparkle. For pattern details see...Regia sock pattern

And here is a new project. A pair of wrist warmers  in worsted, which means Aran weight, and I use another yarn from WYS, Shetland Croft tweed. 

For the pattern See a fabulous link which includes detailed instructions and videos.

https://blog.tincanknits.com/2013/10/03/lets-knit-a-mitten/

So far have just completed the cuff but I did make a scarfette in this yarn which will give you an idea.

https://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/paulas-scarfette

Now I just need to find a little reindeer brooch...