Ok, I started on the dress and I had a nice pattern and I had already knitted 3 skeins of wool and yet I was not too happy. So I decided to do something completely else and now I figured out it will be a long cardigan in brioche stich and I think I’m far more happy with that. I just have to start again.
Other than that I thought I might use some of my stash and actually crocheted. Our oven glove (also crocheted some years ago) looks awful and no washing will change that any more. So I thought I might as well crochet a new one. I actually didn’t have many cotton rests so the colour mix is special at best but, hey, it is far better than the existing one. But I realised that crocheting is definitively not for me. It is far slower than knitting and takes far more attention.
I’m reading one of the books I got for christmas: Kerstin Ekman, Die Schwindlerinnen, a book by a famous Swedish author I had never heard of before. The story switches between today and a story that starts in the 1950s. 80 years old Lillemor Troj gets asked about a manuscript from her publisher that she hasn’t handed. It has been written by her long time friend Babba – like all of Lillemor’s books. When Lillemor starts reading it she realises it contains the thruth about their friendship and their work… I have read half of it and it is really good.