It’s one week until our departure for Edinburgh Yarn Festival. We’ve got a brand-new Field Guide out, and I’m dying to hunker down and get cranking on all three of the fab Isabell Kraemer patterns that are in it, perhaps simultaneously.
OK, maybe just two of them, to start. Part 1 of my plan is to get my skein of Jill Draper’s Kingston (in the literally indescribable shade called Wiltwyck Avenue) cast on for an X-Factor Cowl, work on it just a little to make sure I understand how it goes, and then stick it in my carry-on so that I’ll have a super-easy project on hand for any chatting opportunities along the way. Part 2 of the plan is to cast on my long-awaited Bottom Line Pullover, in Jill Draper’s Mohonk Light (shade: French Roast), get started on the yoke, and then have the pleasure of knitting it all the way across the Atlantic and back again. I love it when a sweater becomes a souvenir of a trip.
So what will accompany this frenzy of winding yarn, casting on, and gearing up?
Wolf Hall, that’s what. I’m overdue for a re-watch of this 2015 tour de force television series starring Mark Rylance as Thomas Cromwell.
I’m a Wolf Hall superfan. I read Hillary Mantel’s novel when it came out. I saw the first episode of the BBC2 television series in January 2015, when visiting London. It was a six-month wait to see the rest of it when it aired on PBS in the U.S., but it was wonderful to anticipate it.
I liked the television series even better than the book, as events seem to me to unfold more clearly. It’s a wonderful re-imagination of a story I already knew, or thought I knew, from history books and from a favorite old movie, A Man for All Seasons. It’s dizzying, at least at first, to sympathize with Thomas Cromwell, the king’s ruthless fixer.There are moments of drama that took my breath away, despite having read the book.
It’s deeply absorbing, and everyone in it is so good. The whole series is streaming on Amazon Prime.
Added bonus: re-watching Wolf Hall will keep me from paying cash money to buy the third series of Versailles. I’m dying to see it, but stubborn about waiting for one of my streaming services to carry it.