I have finally finished the Tortoise and Hare gauntlets. These feature many of the same design elements as the sweater of the same name – 3×2 ribbing, vikkel braids, colourwork – and might be regarded as a sort of elaborate swatch for the larger garment. I’ve made mine elbow length, but a shorter glove is easily achieved by working fewer chart repeats.
It is actually quite difficult to photograph gloves and mittens. The conventions of knitting photography dictate that these garments are best displayed grasping an apple, or a mug of steaming hot chocolate. Here, however, I’ve opted for the no-less conventional option of hugging a tree. I show you this next photograph because I have no shame.
These photos were complicated by the cold, the fact that I’m not feeling up to much right now, and Bruce, as per, attempting to muscle in on every shot. . .
Tortoises seem appropriate in my current situation, as I have unfortunately been laid low with fatigue for the past three days. This has really been pretty grim. In all honesty, I find the fatigue much harder to deal with than any of the physical challenges I now face. While I am perfectly capable of pushing myself, and struggling onward up a hill however lame I am, dealing with the fatigue involves what seems to me to be essentially an admission of defeat — acknowledging that one is capable of doing nothing but sitting on one’s arse all day. I have to say that this pacing malarchy everyone goes on about doesn’t really seem to work at all in my case: as, as far as I can make out (and I am keeping a pretty close record) the fatigue is totally unpredictable (it doesn’t seem to be related to an excess of activity on the previous day or two, for example). And it is not just like being tired, or something. When it comes on, I get a weird itchy headache in the place where I had my stroke, and then I start to notice that everything is a little worse: my weak arm is weaker, my gait becomes more and more impaired, and, as it starts to escalate, I find I can’t even think straight. There is no point in saying to myself, ok, I’ll just sit here and finish that chapter, or wind that ball of yarn, or whatever. I just can’t concentrate on anything, and there is nothing to do but go and lie down and wait for it to pass. This is how I’ve been since Friday, and needless to say, there has been no hill walk or, indeed, much of anything for me over the past few days. I am sick of it. Anyway, today I decided that I had to force myself to go outside into the park for ten minutes of tree hugging photography, and then write a post, so I could at least feel I’ve got something to show for the weekend. I am sorry to conclude with this moany paragraph, but am sure you understand that it is important for me to keep recording how I am feeling over time. I know this bout of fatigue will pass eventually, and I must just sit tight and try not to get too frustrated until it does.
Oh yes, and I mustn’t forget to mention that the woolly green tunic I am wearing in these photos is an old dress I refashioned three years ago, and wrote about here.