The first sign of Christmas is that I have started to re-weave the to-be-given scarf whose first incarnation was full of mistakes. This time it is going very smoothly — thanks mainly to the application of candle wax to the dobby hooks.
The second sign is the quirkily shaped tree which moved into our living room today.
The Ps were a bit unnerved by the rearranging of furniture. Polly uncharacteristically keeps her distance behind this muddle of spinning and sock-knitting paraphernalia…
…but recovers enough to examine the new arrival.
Phoebus is not yet convinced and has retired to the airing cupboard.
Poor boy. He will be happier when we decorate it tomorrow; there’s nothing like getting your teeth into a few strings of fairy lights.
Speaking of knitting, I have finished one wavy sock. There are a few mistakes, but I am much less fussy about my knitting than my weaving (especially when I am not making gifts). Sock number two is under way, but there are only two episodes left of The Killing so I am going to have to get a move on.