So my #hexipuffaday is going well (we’ll not mention the day when I completely forgot to make one and ended up last minute knitting in bed at 11:55pm) and nearing the end of the first month here is my little hexipuff stash
The Persian Dreams blanket is a gorgeousness of fair isle hexagons, grafted together to make this awesome throw. I’ve made one whole hex so far, it was much quicker to complete than I’d expected and am happily working my way through the second one. One of the fun things about it is that you can knit a different hexagon every time to make the standard blanket, if you like, and Jenise Hope, the designer, has also thoughtfully included a blank hex pattern to enable you to design your own if you like. The pattern support via the knit along thread in Ravelry is beyond parallel too.
It’s the first time I’ve knitted fair isle in a pinwheel style before and the first few rounds are tricky but once it’s large enough to knit on a circular it’s a ball.
Right that’s it in respect to fibre fun, now I’m going to have a wee self indulgent moan so feel free to turn off now.
I’ve not been too well, and am having more bed bound days as well as being unable to speak much (thanks to walking 100 yards the other day – worth it for the view though!). M.E. is a hideous illness and I seem to be worsening, to the extent that we’ve decided against going to the Edinburgh Yarn Fest later in the year as I’m just not going to be able to manage it. Those who know me will understand what a huge thing this is for me.
I’m blessed (I know, cringe) with a wonderful husband, as you know, plus a handful of friends who staunchly and unfailingly offer their support. I’ve also had offers from acquaintances that have touched and reminded me of the generosity of human spirit, all the more important in these troubling times.
However, I have also discovered how disappointing some folks can be. Especially the ones who I suspect like to think of themselves as ‘good’ and ‘kind’ people. There has been the inevitable cull of one-sided friendships, something that happened fairly early on and I have become accepting of.
What I haven’t yet learned to accept is the failure of some people to even acknowledge me now I’m unwell. I post a lot on Facebook about M.E. and my health, to raise awareness and also as a way of eliciting some kind of social contact. Being housebound, I don’t get to meet up with friends or family in the way I’d like. So just a ‘like’ on one of my posts goes a long way, a comment fairly makes my day. It’s not hard is it? Although somehow it is. Not from so called Facebook contacts I’ve never met in real life but from actual family for one. I can’t help thinking of how I would behave if it had been the other way around. It makes me cross (and hurt if I’m honest).
Ok that’s enough of that. Thank you for taking the time to read so far and I’ll be much less self obsessed next time, I promise.