Showing posts with label spinning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spinning. Show all posts

Thursday, 2 September 2010

Shoes or spinning? Please help me decide!

You may remember, I have taken the Wardrobe Refashion pledge. It expires at the end of October. I am allowed one get out of jail free card in case, ooh I don’t know, I get distracted while mooching along and somehow end up in TK Maxx just keeping a weather eye on things and some Carvela stilettos fall into my basket and my credit card falls into the credit card reader and my hand slips and punches in my number by pure coincidence.

Shoes! So I must invoke the Get Out Of Jail Free Card:
Wardrobe Refashion

But. But. Must I, though? Because: I get my shoes home, I get them out, I try them on, I look very cool. I congratulate myself on how immensely practical these shoes will be, given that a/ I can actually walk in them (honestly), and b/ they will do for winter as well as will go with tights. And then doubts begin to creep in.

Readers: the shoes were not absolutely ruinously expensive. They were £50. (I hope you are admiring my honesty. I hope you aren’t thinking, £50 on shoes, £12.50 on cheese, a fool and her money, hmm). I have things I can sell on ebay to recoup the cost. I have not bought shoes for many, many months. But, as I stood looking at the shoes which I can assure you made my ankles look very slender, I did begin to think: that is £50 I could spend on something else. I could spend it on other shoes, for example these green ones:

Or – I could spend it on a beginner spinning kit. Or on a patchwork-cutting-out kit. Or on both, if I don’t do anything bourgeois like take postage into account. I never thought I would see the day when I would prefer a spinning kit over very stylish stilettos, but, possibly that day is here. Am I now middle aged? Is this the beginning of the end? Is it all downhill from here and will I spend my days from now on nodding in agreement to Woman’s Hour while adjusting my Slanket and wondering when the man next door is going to trim his side of the hedge? What should I do? Should I take the shoes back and buy the spinning kit, or should I keep the shoes, because they are lovely? (Please don’t say, take the shoes back and don’t spend the money on anything because you have got to have a new bathroom. I have mentally moved that money into my spent compartment, although if you have read Bleak House you will know that that kind of thinking only leads to misery and quite often death).

So here is my question: shoes or spinning? Which road do I take? I think I’ve reached a critical life point. Please let me know what you think!

Wednesday, 14 July 2010

All the better to knit you with

Ha! Eat your heart out, whatever it is that produces Qiviut.
This is Milo the very friendly husky. Milo is currently moulting, and is being defluffed by my brother, his owner, in this photograph. I believe Milo produces quite a lot of fluff. I have just googled, and it appears you can spin husky fur, and now I feel I ought to learn to spin to make the most of this natural, sustainable resource. Would that be odd? (OK, well, I know it would be odd, but would it be odder than any of the other things I do?). Has anyone ever spun/ knitted with dog fur?

Accompanying Milo on his walkies is probably the closest I will ever get to going out with a celebrity. Milo is quite a cool dog. He is named after a DJ, and he is in a band. When he goes out, he is stopped every five minutes by people who want to cuddle him. What a pretty dog you are, they say, as Milo licks their faces affectionately and, I have to say, rather indiscriminately. Are you a wolf? Is he a wolf? Is he, though? Look, people, life lesson number 653: check whether something is a wolf or not before you cuddle it, not after.