August 27, 2014
This coming weekend, I will attend my first real American baby shower. [L], one of my PhD colleagues, is expecting a baby girl in September, and one of her friends is hosting an evening which, according to the invite, will be full of cocktails, games, gifts and other unspecified entertainment. Where I come from, the whole baby-gifting usually happens after the tiny human has been safely delivered into the world, so this should be fun also from a cultural and anthropological point of view. In any case, the occasion gave me the perfect excuse to finally lay my hands on this particular pattern I have been eager to knit for quite a while now:
It’s one of those patterns that look extremely complicated and difficult, but which, actually, are really easy to knit and produce a great end result. I am particularly happy with how the cool greenish pastel colour contrasts with the lacy front panel [it works even better than I thought].
London is really cold and rainy at the moment, which makes for the perfect knitting weather. I have already a new project on the needles, about which I will tell you more soon. But now back to some art historical writing…
August 25, 2014
Over the last months, I have spent quite some time on the peaceful island which is the garden of my South London home, trying to squeeze yet another PhD chapter out of my confused and tired brain. Writing was [and is] particularly difficult this time, which I guess has to do with the fact that the project is slowly coming to an end, and I will have to think about how to wrap up things shortly, which has always been a difficult and challenging task for me.
Thankfully, this summer we have been blessed with a lot of sunshine and warm weather which allowed for nice and relaxing weekend outings to distract me from worrying to much. I still enjoy exploring the city immensely (and regret that I do not document my adventures here as regularly as I want to).
However, since I am a country girl at heart and need my regular dose of mountains, two weeks ago, [c] and I set out for a short break at my mum’s in the Tyrolean Alps. Despite a lot of rain, we managed to do some hiking without getting soaked, and we even got rewarded with some particularly nice and dramatic valley views.
And of course we also managed to dwell within the odd old wall, and to stick our noses into a monastery or castle or two.
After such a wonderful break it does not feel too bad to be back in London, and to pick up writing once again. And knitting, for that matter. But before I share my current explorations on that front with you, here’s a project I already finished back in March, but never got around to posting it here:
Happy knitting, writing [...insert activity you are currently engaged in...] everyone!