Wimbledon feaver is reaching a high pitch today, with number three Federer having won his match, and our Cypriot friend Bagdadis losing but playing really well. I was stitching away feverently, something about watching a tense game makes me knit faster. It also keeps me from eating the traditional strawberries and cream and champagne that they feast on at Wimbledon. Plus I'm watching on the fuzzy set upstairs in Pat's room, so that keeps the temptation at bay too.
I knocked out this baby, my sister's short sleeve sweater redux. This is my "To knit or not to knit (is not really a question)" pose.The sun was just fading to the west here and I really liked the effect it gave to the photos.
I'm also working on this one for my mother, it's Salina from a book called Vintage Knits that Jennifer gave me when she came over in May. See Jennifer, it's already coming in handy! Knitting presents are always appreciated and used.....It's beginning to feel more like summer here, although still cool temperatures. Chis and I are trekking all the way up to Alexandra Palace (1 and a half hour trip, but it's still in London technically) to go to a Cypriot Wine Festival tomorrow. I'm thinking of picking up some children's books in Greek to help me practice, if they have them. At least we know they will have wine and food, lots and lots and lots of food, this is Cypriot after all.
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