Orangina (in a belated sort of way)


I have been meaning to post a photo of Orangina since April - I just didn't get round to it. And now that I have, I post a photo of myself with wet hair and looking as though I haven't slept for more than a week (actually that could be true. I am apalling at sleeping and just never got the knack of it). Also, I ought to take this opportunity to tell you that the reason I'm never smiling in my photos is due to the fact that I always use the timer thing and it just feels and looks too contrived to stand there grinning at nothing in particular. I've tried grinning in Charlie's direction in the past but that didn't work, either. Still too manufactured.

Undeniably, this second photo is a bit rubbish. I was trying to show the shape of the scalloped boat neck but didn't succeed.



I might knit another Orangina, now I've got the hang of the lacy stitches. I love the cotton (it was the Jaeger Siena ) - the texture is so firm and it has a lovely sheen. I refuse (mostly) to wear anything I can't bung in the machine to wash and this said "handwash". Needless to say, I bunged it into the machine anyway. And stretched it like hell to try and block it back into shape. It's a bit shorter than it was when it started out, which is a pain as it now sits right on my fat hips. Do not say my hips aren't fat - I angled my stance to conceal the fact.

I've got my eye on this nifty little number, as well. Much preferring winter clothes over summer, I can really see myself in this as soon as the weather turns.

I'm still not knitting at all and the feeling is slowly coming back. Once it's back completely, I'll carry on and sod the numbness. Once I know for absolutely sure it's the knitting that caused it in the first place. But this has left me free to do more reading. Fiona reminded me recently of a book by Jeannette Winterson that I really enjoyed. I went looking for it and realised I have everything but that one (having left that one behind when I left a relationship in a real hurry seven years ago). I've got it back now, following an audacious eBay session (managed to get hold of another book I'd been searching for - Nigel Watts "We All Live in a House Called Innocence"). I won't attempt a review as it's beyond my capabilities, I'm afraid. But when you're reading Ms Winterson it's nice if you can spare the time for a little contemplation, which is where the non-knitting comes into it.