Bah – another autumn, another cold. (This is, of course, one of the occupational hazards of working with the public, typhoid Maries to a man and woman, but short of asking our researchers to go through a decontamination process before entering and wearing a sterile suit like a cross between an astronaut and the Michelin Man, there’s not much we can do.)
Faced with a cold, we all have our favourite remedies to get us through the day. Mine is paracetamol and codeine tablets, which act on my brain much like a defibrillator on a heart attack victim. (I probably shouldn’t shout “Clear!” before I take them, though.) Problem is, the tablets are soluble, and a sort of milky residue floats on top and can stick to the lips; so the unwary drinker ends up walking around with a ghastly white smile, like Jack Nicholson made up as the Joker (and here’s Gordon, modelling this year’s archive look, “creepy undead undertaker”).
The pills do weird things to my sleep, too – some of my recent dreams have included walking through a house which contained a total vacuum, being impaled with a stake through the heart by a vampire, and watching a giant machine dredge mashed potato out of Wick harbour.
Now, I’ve got a question for you. We’re running out of space on our server, which I assume means that the internet is finally filling up. So we have to prune our orchard, as it were, and we’re thinking of converting some of the archived blogs into e-book format (and hopefully hard copy publish-on-demand too) and making them available on Amazon, before gradually deleting them from the site.
There are two ways we can do this. One way is to package the blog posts by gansey, so each gansey would in effect be a separate book, complete with photos, pattern charts and the blog posts that covered the knitting thereof. The other way is to have (a) one book for all the instructions and pattern charts and photos, and (b) another book (or series of books) for an anthology of blog posts.
Meanwhile, owing to colds, laziness, and a delightful visit from Song of this parish and her partner Chris, I haven’t got a huge amount of knitting done this week. But I have finished the first tree, so all you have to do is imagine another 6 of them on top of each other, and then come back again after Christmas.
In parish notices, Nigel’s sent me some pictures of the progress to date on his gansey, which you can see here. It’s a very effective combination of Flamborough patterns, and I’m sure you’ll all join me in wishing him well for the next stage, dividing front and back.
Now it’s time for some more medication, and I expect some more weird dreams. You know, when Yeats said, Tread softly because you tread on my dreams, I really don’t think it was mashed potato he had in mind…