I got a salad spinner for Christmas

I love salad. I love it a lot more than I love fruit. I will happily eat leftover salad for breakfast, and if there are no fighting irons in the immediate vicinity I will do so with my hands, with relish. Chez moi, however, I really rarely eat salad. This is because I hate wet lettuce almost as much as I love salad, and none of my efforts using colanders or whirling the washed leaves around my head in a clean tea towel achieve much more than wet kitchen cupboards. If I leave them to dry on another kitchen towel, they go crinkly and wilted, which is a little better, but requires time and planning that I don't have.


Thanks to my dear and lovely aunt and uncle (yes, he of the unfinished socks. Her Christmas present is also unfinished, but less so) I can now spin salad to my heart's content!

Still not as excited as me?

Ta da!


OK, this is a store-bought jumper and not one of my handknits*, but think of the possibilities! I resorted to this on finding that the spin cycle in my parents' washing machine includes a rinse cycle too, which is great if you haven't used Eucalan and less great if you have, but think! Not only could you use this for delicate lace in preference to wrapping it in a towel and treading on it - it may also be the answer to one of those questions I have pondered on failing to get to sleep more than once: how on earth would I dry a garment to which I had attached my Lionel Nichols buttons? (That I fear are too delicate even for the treading option).

Now I just have to think of a garment worthy of the buttons.



*Truly, if you are looking for one of those you'd best come back in a few months time. I may have completed a sock, or billions of swatches. In which case, I will be well on my way to a very lumpy patchwork blanket