This tentatively-begun sock has been ripped back to the ribbing at least three times—I’ve been trying to satisfy some craving I’ve had in my brain for a lush, woodsy cabled sock. Probably doesn’t help that I re-watched The Winslow Boy last night and spent about ten minutes deconstructing Mr. Hawthorne’s tweedy brown cardigan.
The weather has been deliciously autumnal of late, which means soups, stews, curry & chilli, and fruit pies galore. This one was blackberry, a particular favourite.
My partner & I will be spending a few days in Sydney next week for his birthday, so I’ll be internet- and fancy-free for a little while.
Take care x