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Dropped stitch thanks

Knitting's done and the stitch I on my jumper has been fixed and I've also learnt how to retrieve a dropped stitch thanks to knitting guru Robbie Burton from Textile Arts School.

I was shown differently to the video below but the theory is the same.

Knitting this morning,

 Knitting this morning, who's coming along? 9.30 in the Gardentown food court. Coffee, food, conversation and knitting if you like.

(RS) K1 * sl 1, K1, psso, K3, yon, K3, yon, K3, K2tog; rep from * to last st, K1.

I found one on the internet someone else has done.

(RS) K1 * sl 1, K1, psso, K3, yon, K3, yon, K3, K2tog; rep from * to last st, K1.
(WS) Knit

A neat pattern for a trendy scarf and simple enough too, but do you think I can manage more than two rows without making a mistake? Not on your life. I forget to yon or psso or I knit my slip stitch and next you know I have an extra stitch or two or three. It's driving me crazy this one. I've started and restarted several times. At the moment I'm just keeping on going until the pattens is so ingrained into my thinking that I can do it in my sleep then I'll start a proper one.

I've even taken to undo it for practice which means knowing the pattern backwards as well.

This may be easy for some people but I'm finding it terribly difficult for now. I'll  be seeing my knitting guru on Tuesday and see if she has any suggestions.

Anyhow when I have something worthy of photographing I'll show what it looks like.

Hoodoo guru

As you'll find out I'm a learner knitter and my kitting guru (Robbie), among other things, has been out of the country for the last four weeks and my knitting questions and problems have been piling up to say the least.

But all will be rectified when I see her tomorrow now that she is over her jet lag.

Said guru Robbie also has a Textile Arts School that I highly recommend.



Here is part of a babies jumper I've been working on and I need help with finishing. I'll post a full story about it after I've seen guru Robbie

Cheers and happy knitting

Stewart.

I'm in finishing mode

Here I go, I'm on the home stretch now.

As you might have picked up by now I'm in finishing mode. I have lost count of the things I have started and put down to in order to start something else. There is just so many nice things to knit and so little time, I'm a bit like a kid in a lollie shop when it comes to that.

But I've made myself a promise to finish the jobs I have started before I start anything new and this is one of them.

I have knitted up the back for this pullover and I now half-way up the front and I'm pleased to say I am very happy with the way the pattern is coming on.

When finished this will be my first pullover jumper type thing I ever knitted. Up to now it's been scarf and beanies so I'm keen to get it finished to see how I go at it.

Cheers then

Stewart.

A New Song of New Similes by John Gay (1685-1732)

“A New Song of New Similes” - John Gay

My passion is as mustard strong;
I sit all sober sad;
Drunk as a piper all day long,
Or like a March-hare mad.

Round as a hoop the bumpers flow;
I drink, yet can’t forget her;
For though as drunk as David’s sow
I love her still the better.

Pert as a pear-monger I’d be,
If Molly were but kind;
Cool as a cucumber could see
The rest of womankind.

Like a stuck pig I gaping stare,
And eye her o’er and o’er;
Lean as a rake, with sighs and care,
Sleek as a mouse before.

Plump as a partridge was I known,
And soft as silk my skin;
My cheeks as fat as butter grown,
But as a goat now thin!

I melancholy as a cat,
Am kept awake to weep;
But she, insensible of that,
Sound as a top can sleep.

Hard is her heart as flint or stone,
She laughs to see me pale;
And merry as a grig is grown,
And brisk as bottled ale.

The god of Love at her approach
Is busy as a bee;
Hearts sound as any bell or roach,
Are smit and sigh like me.

Ah me! as thick as hops or hail
The fine men crowd about her;
But soon as dead as a door-nail
Shall I be, if without her.

Straight as my leg her shape appears,
O were we join’d together!
My heart would be scot-free from cares
And lighter than a feather.

As fine as five-pence is her mien,
No drum was ever tighter;
Her glance is as the razor keen,
And not the sun is brighter.

As soft as pap her kisses are,
Methinks I taste them yet;
Brown as a berry is her hair,
Her eyes as black as jet.

As smooth as glass, as white as curds
Her pretty hand invites;
Sharp as her needle are her words,
Her wit like pepper bites.

Brisk as a body-louse she trips,
Clean as a penny drest;
Sweet as a rose her breath and lips,
Round as the globe her breast.

Full as an egg was I with glee,
And happy as a king:
Good Lord! how all men envied me!
She loved like any thing.

But false as hell, she, like the wind,
Chang’d, as her sex must do;
Though seeming as the turtle kind,
And like the gospel true.

If I and Molly could agree,
Let who would take Peru!
Great as an Emperor should I be,
And richer than a Jew.

Till you grow tender as a chick,
I’m dull as any post;
Let us like burs together stick,
And warm as any toast.

You’ll know me truer than a die,
And wish me better sped;
Flat as a flounder when I lie,
And as a herring dead.

Sure as a gun she’ll drop a tear
And sigh, perhaps, and wish,
When I am rotten as a pear,
And mute as any fish.