Tea container

As you all know, I finished My So Called Scarf, and since then I have posted no-thing-at-all. You must all be wondering: “But Janneke, what the hell is on your needles now then? Weren’t you completely nuts with knitting these last months? If I think really really hard I can remember you working on something of a black lace shawl, but I haven’t heard about that one in ages, and I never got to see a ‘Finished’ picture of it either, so you must surely be working on something else in the meantime, right?”

And therefore I will beat you to the punch so you don’t have to clog my bandwidth asking these questions, and answer right away: “Yes, of course I have been knitting on things. I finished another pair of Garter Stitch Mitts, started months ago in India with cheap bright acrylic yarn and I modified them heavily because of my lack of a tapestry needle at some point. I couldn’t graft the live stitches recovered from a provisional cast on because of this lack of a needle, so I made a different seam, with contrasting yarn. Check it out:


You can probably see that they are thick, squishy and thus warm. In fact I think they are more functional than the first pair that I did not modify and knit in Rowan Felted Tweed. These were too tight (even though my hands are thin and small) and so lost their stretch very quickly and became quite thin. But I lost one of them a week ago and I am very disappointed about it because they were so beautiful and took up virtually no space in handbag or pocket.

Also, at some point, I have started liking tea. I always found it sophisticated, much more so than coffee for example, but I just used to hate the taste, so watery and bitter. But through some development of mine, may it be mental, physical or other, I now love to drink it, but the whole ritual that comes with it I like even better. Plus the fact that tea containers are so much more beautiful than coffee bags.

Thé gout russe

I am drinking this tea with milk right now, sometimes I use sugar, but both only every so often because it’s not actually the tea you are tasting when you add both milk and sugar. Except when you’re in India drinking chai, which is of course mainly milk and spices and not so much tea.

Back on a knitting note, I have been knitting furiously, or as furiously as these busy times allow me to (so that comes down to about twenty minutes every day on the train), on Beatrix by Kim Hargreaves, who’s patterns I have knit before with various results. The yarn is the same as that of Salina and my previous Garter Stitch Mitts, Rowan Felted Tweed, and I must say that in moss stitch it has a totally different, but equally nice feel as in stockinette.

Tonight Sinterklaas will once again (he did the same yesterday) shower me and my boyfriend’s family with gifts and the occasional poem. My head hurts like a giant bell is chiming away in it, so I have to relax more before the fun starts.”

One Response to “Tea container”

  1. Anna says:

    Ha, wat grappig van die thee. Ik dronk eerst ook nooit thee (nouja, misschien sporadisch als er echt niets anders was). Ik vond het maar saai, warm water met een raar smaakje. Maar op de een of andere manier drink ik sinds twee maanden vaker thee en vraag ik er zelfs zélf om! (noujaaaa)

    Een hoop herkenning in je theeverhaal dus 🙂