Colour work Carry On

I have continued to swatch and swatch over the last few weeks, with two aims in mind. Firstly, yes, I do want to wear that Fair Isle jumper I have been dreaming about, and I would like it THIS WINTER. But I also would love to make a nice 4ply jumper for my husband, he has only got ONE jumper knitted by me! Both are huge jobs and I don’t want to get either of them wrong. Not the colours, the patterns, nor the fit!

I have been fairly happy with this swatch, adapted from Kate Davies’ new book, but the colour oracle (Vicky) said the green in the red pattern was wrong. I don’t mind it, but I don’t like the weird yellow/ beige in the brown narrow pattern, in fact, I don’t like the brown either.

I ordered some 4 ply yarns with the justification to get cracking on Patrick’s jumper – and surely among these new yarns must be a shade that will bring my Fair Isle together! I ordered them just as individual shades, since I thought one of them would be surely working for Patrick, but when they arrived, I thought they were great together!

4ply sure is thin! Especially when you knit the linen stitch, which makes these beauties sing! Sadly, due to the slowness of the knitting of a big men’s jumper in this stitch, I just had to dismiss it.

I tried a few other things, just a back and forth gauge swatch and some stripes steeked, but both have been dismissed – the former being too boring and the latter reminding me too much of Where is Wally.

Finally I am settling on the dark turquoise with a vertical stripe achieved through knit – purl pattern. I think… (swatch not available yet).


A Grand Day Out

I have had a very cultured weekend – and am very happy about that. It just goes to show that despite tiredness after a hard weeks work, it really is worth going out and / or mingle with friends and family.

Friday night, after my daughter’s basketball game (in which she scored quiet a few points 😻), I dropped her off home, gave her some money to order pizza and zoomed off to the Bondi Pavillion to see The Catholics. My husband decided we are not seeing enough life music, and he had booked tickets for us and a few friends. It was a grand jazz gig with a few familiar musicians and we will be back for more!

I did my shopping routine on Saturday morning. Now, I am a random person in many aspects, but one thing just NEVER changes, and that is the fact that I will be – no matter what – every Saturday at 8.30 am at our local shopping center in order to get a good car park. First I do my Aldi shopping, then the fruit shop, the butcher and fishmonger. Quick dash to the car to unload, then Coles. I am solid with that routine. I enjoy it. I write my shopping list on Thursday night if I have to. I love a teenager to help, but I am good on my own. This weekend Patrick came, and that was lovely.

So we made Guinness stew in the slow cooker and had family for dinner. And somehow I had some hours in the afternoon to do some serious knitting and for Sue to drop ’round and for us to catch up over a cup of tea and some awesome nut and honey muffins.

And then there was still the Sunday to enjoy! After a lovely breakfast with the young people in the house ( Patrick took himself to an all day band workshop), I took the pooches for a walk. On the off chance I rang my old boss Wendy, checking if she was walking and she was just that minute walking along my house on the golf course path! 😉. So I joined her and her friend and dog, we spotted a Powerful Owl in a nearby tree and had coffee at Wendy’s house. I then sprinted back to our house, suddenly being very conscious of the time, ordered my daughter to check the dogs for ticks, jumped into the shower myself and took myself off to a arty date with my fellow surfing buddy at the Art Gallery of NSW.

We joined a guided tour for the Olsen exhibition, which was just brilliant and also saw the Warhol before Pop. Now, I saw both exhibitions last weekend, and am so pleased I went back… they both are brilliant in their own right. Sadly I took no snaps of my favourite Olson works (the frogs….), but here is some amazing early Warhol for you…

As if all of this was not enough to be happy about! The heavens cleared after all these weeks of rain and we enjoyed a wonderful sunny stroll in the Botanical Gardens! 

When I finally returned home in the late afternoon, I threw together a meal that reminded us very much of our time in Nepal: cauliflower stir fry with paneer, tomato and peas. YUM!

And to finish off the weekend, those of us who do not have exams tomorrow went to the local cinema to see “Hidden Figures”. What an inspiring movie about some awesome and courageous women…

I am feeling truly blessed, and despite all this activity, very well rested… I hope you all had a good weekend! X



Surfing 101

Get in the water. Search for wave.








Wait for a sweet little wave, paddle for your life!














Get up, Stand up…












Look kinda cool ok kinda cool for a split second.










Oops, wobbling already… the fun didn’t last long enough ☹️







































So do it again and again…

Well done.



I have had these beautiful yarns forever, Rennie from Scotland. My former boss bought a few shades for me when she attended a conference in Aberdeen, geez, that must have been in 2010 (!) and I ordered more shades to make a stunning fair isle knit. I never got beyond the sampling stage, because I was so preoccupied with making the most perfect jumper or vest in the world.

There is so much to consider! Not just the pattern, and the colorway, but also whether I have enough of each colour to maintain the pattern throughout the entire garment. So another question is, whether I will supplement the Rennie yarn with other odds and ends in order to make an authentic fair isle. And then the gauge! Some of these samples where knit flat, some in the round and then steeked, I used different needle sizes…

I finished a jumper yesterday, with a bit of colourwork (waiting for the photographer to return from school today to organise a photo shoot), so I have got second wind to really give it a go. Watch this space…


Gone Surfing

I bought a surfboard many years ago, with the intention to take to the ocean and learn to surf. That year, I had done a lot of swimming in the local pool and was truly fit and ready. But I never really got very far with this idea.

There was no work in the diary for this week, and since the weather is still warm and beautiful, I couldn’t think of a really good reason not to learn to surf. I booked myself into a tour to go to Seal Rocks – and what a great decision that was!

We had a day in Sydney on a private beach with tiny waves and it was so much fun to really give it a go, get served a BBQ on the beach and get back in the water for more!img_1226img_1227

In the late afternoon 5 of us went in a minibus to Seal Rocks and checked into the local caravan park. img_9336img_9339img_9334img_9335

The beauty here is that there are so many beaches and one of them is always right for beginners. We are getting so much attention from our instructor, who also is the chef and recreational officer (movies after dinner in the communal tent).


I am sure I will not return to Sydney at the end of the week as a super surfer – but I will have played in the beautiful clean, warm water for a week, having learned to paddle towards giant waves, rather than ducking under them, understanding the interplay of all the ocean forces much better and being really tired and slightly fitter.

It’s also been really lovely to spend the week with 4 backpackers from all over the world and play cards, share beers and stories.img_9341

And I had my first encounter with bluebottle jellyfish. Oh no, they really do sting horribly. I had one trapped in my leg rope that was strapped around my ankle – fortunately I was in the shallows, and I could not get the rope off fast enough. The photo does not do the redness and agony any justice… all part and parcel of the experience…img_9340

Nepal (part 7: Last days)

The change from the calm atmosphere, beautiful surroundings and clean air in the monastery made Kathmandu look like a mad house. We had two nights booked in a modernish little hotel downtown, where I had my first coffee in weeks!

We arrived in Kathmandu at lunchtime and simply wandered through the old town, took a bit of a ‘guided tour’ for a reckommended walk in our guide book. We had changed so much! We had become confident in crossing the roads, navigating the narrow lanes packed with people, coped with the noise and the dust…! (Photos from that walk in the last post…).

On our last full day, we visited Patan, which appears to be more or less part of Kathmandu these days, as those old small independent city states have grown geographically and have become part of the ‘Kathmandu Valley’. We saw the main sites, the Durbar Square, old palace, old city, bazaar… again – it was devastating to see the earthqake damage. img_8992img_8986

There were artisans working everywhere, welding, painting, beating cotton prior to sewing it into mattresses… img_9046img_9060

Patan must be the place with the highest number of worship sites per square metre in the world! Wherever we looked, there was prayer, incense, offerings.img_9063img_9062img_9028img_8997img_9042

The bazaar was simply stunning…img_9096img_9094img_9091img_9089img_9088img_9054img_9057

In the evening we were taken out by our travel agents. We had a very fun evening in a very noisy restaurant with plenty of food and drink and dance.

We had no plans for our very last day, happy to let things just evolve – and evolve they did! We got picked up by one of the founding members of the travel agency to view the school he had founded. He is an extraordinary man boundless energy, vision, organisational talent and a huge heart!  img_9105

Apart from learning so much about this incredible school, it was amazing to look out from the buildings rooftop and spot the local dairy farm (remember, we are in the CBD of Kathmandu!), kids playing, mothers showering their children with a garden hose…img_9100img_9103img_9101img_9099

After that private tour, he took us to his nearby home and we met his entire family! Parents, siblings, nieces… and had a wonderful long lunch and conversations. What a way to end these amazing three weeks!img_9118 img_9129 img_9131 img_9140

The final goodbyes…, I won’t say anything about those…img_9157

We have been back now for 4 weeks. Whilst I do get carried away with worries and stresses that come with our insanely complex life style, in those moments I try to recall any of those wonderful experiences and imagine what the Buddha would advise me to do… and often I hear him say “this is merely a First World worry…”.img_9097