It's been one of those stop and start weeks. I decided I don't like the fairisle hat I knitted a few years ago so I cast on another one but the yarn (King Cole Moods 25% wool) is feeling a bit plasticy. I'm carrying on but may just give it to charity. I'm having the same issue with my afghan. I've got the yarn but have decided I'm not so keen on the feel of it. Then I also started this panel to be the front pocket of the apron I'm making my mater.
I quite enjoyed doing the flowers though.
I woke up at half 5 as per this morning and instead of going running made a wire hair stick pin.
One thing I am keen on is this.
Love socks - free on Ravelry.
Work has been its usual self. The boys and I have been exchanging abusive post-its, the top one of which reads "Your mother rang" and then the second one has the message she supposedly left. I shan't share as my mum might read it. She would not be happy. I had to get a bit heavy with them at once point and so transformed into "Byrne with the Fist of Fury".
Sunday, 13 November 2011
My mind goes round and round so much I feel like I'm in the centre of my own little tornado.
I felt like if I'd got on this Carousel (outside the Natural History Museum) I might have caught it up and had a moment of relative stillness. I *really* wanted to go on it. But felt I was too old and childless to actually do it.
Big stuff makes little stuff seem rather pointless and not worth talking about.