I'm not one for Hallow'een. I prefer the events around Guy Fawkes' Night, even though I'm a Catholic. But it was about to be a Friday after a long hard week, and people at work deserved cake. And I'd been given apples by a neighbour, with a warning they wouldn't keep long. So this...
turned into this... and I took it into work for the occasion.
Unfortunately the day turned out to be too well named.
Many in the London knitting community will remember Jill Richards; news of her death came out today. Jill was an old lady with a youthful outlook; someone who knitted the most stunning things, encouraged everyone she met and was incredibly generous with her experience, her advice and her stash. She also had an evil sense of humour. I remember days knitting with Jill at Stash in Upper Richmond Road in Fulham; and occasionally at I Knit in recent years, and feel a great sense of loss. I can only imagine what her family's feeling. I'd say "rest in peace, Jill"; but I have a feeling that's the last thing she'd have wanted. I hope she's casting on something beautiful; and telling everyone how easy it is.