Chapter 2
In which we learn that chocolate makes you better, we fret about row count and old skool faces off against new skool.

Hedgehog (mudcake core protected by cocoa-dusted ganache spikes:
best enjoyed via a process of deconstruction),
Brownie Tart (with a surprise nugget of pistachio nut in the filling, need I say more?
"die" and "happy" are two words that spring to mind)
It's a sign of how traumatised we were by another morning of househunting yesterday that the goat and I managed to eat almost our own body weight in dark chocolatey fat.
I can report with some confidence that it does, in fact, make you better.
Just in case you thought needle's edge was morphing into a "How much does Real Estate suck"? blog, think again
Inspired by heideland's lovely creation - drawn to its comfortingly traditional cabling; a marriage of yarn and pattern if ever I saw one, its pleasingly generous proportions and its general handsomelyessness- I painstakingly charted up a pattern and flew into my version (left). But then something stopped me in my tracks.
Firstly I was displeased with my proportions -I really needed to fatten up my side travelling cables- but I also knew that the fiddlyness, the non-rhythmic nature of the stitches worked simply would not sustain my interest over the necessary kilometres of yarn.
So I switched tack and remembered Norah Gaughan's take on cables that I first spied here, and flew into that.
Tip: do not attempt even this cunningly simple design which requires concentration on only every 7th row when you are so very tired that you don't trust your row counter, or ability to reliably operate said row counter, resulting in a tweedy dog's breakfast pictured above right (trust me this is not Ms Gaughan's vision) on too-small needles.
\It's interesting how much more yarn the H+TC (right)
gobbles up to produce the same width and length
of scarfage.
gobbles up to produce the same width and length
of scarfage.
There is a happy postscript: cabled scarf #2 is underway with rigorously correct row counting and larger needles, Goat is playing Satie's Trois Gnosiennes on the piano and I am a happy camper.
Speaking of pianos, this is one of my favourite photos at the moment.