Author: Beth

Crime-fighting garter stitch mitts.

So, I made some gloves. They're pretty much an incredibly simple riff on Ysolda's Garter Stitch Mitts, with a bit of lace and a couple of buttons. This picture was chosen mainly to illustrate that I have an awesome hat. Seriously. I am now contractually obligated to fight crime because of it.

It is that awesome.

Right, yeah, the gloves. I actually started them as a present for a male friend of mine - then I thought "hey, these would look great with some lace!" and they became a present for, well, me. So I can fight crime with them.

Apologies for the bad photo; turns out it's really difficult to take a picture of your own hands. Who knew?
These were a quick, easy but still interesting knit, and quite comfy to wear. They keep your fingers and thumb free to fight crime. However, I think there isn't quite enough short row shaping, leaving the wrists too loose. Continue reading Crime-fighting garter stitch mitts.

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In which we begin.

Today I filled in an application for a job whose description contains the phrase "assist with the care of the leeches". I think it might be that they said the leeches, rather than just leeches, which attracts me so much. It's as if the leeches are an important part of the job, that they have been there a long time and will remain long after I've been fired.

Hopefully I will get another, easier, leech-less job. My general plan is to work just enough that I can spend the rest of my time in foppish indifference, wearing a velvet jacket and being idly intellectual. I plan to read a perfectly unseemly number of books and be generally debauched.

Actually, I don't. However, I have just finished reading Will Self's Dorian, which is a gloriously dark retelling of Wilde's story of vanity and murderousness. It skims wonderfully close to the original, wallowing in language and witticisms and wonderful degeneration. It's brilliant, you simply must read it. It will make you long for foppishness.

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