My knitting time just slipped away, taken up by teenagers who needed shoes and sweatshirt. Running those sorts of errands that keep life going but leave you at the end of the day wondering what, if anything, you really accomplished. Other than depleting the finances, that is.
The Kauni is staring at me from next to the computer lying quietly on top of my copy of Alice Starmore’s Stillwater. I have these three large skeins of handspun in roses, lilacs and blues. Then there is that new cone of Kauni in shades of denim. I need to get the needles into the second sleeve of the Kauni now, before startitis hits.
Second sock of the Peacock is on the needles. Giving in gracefully to the DH, they will be his. After all, he spent the last several days telling what a lovely set of colours they were and that the pattern was interesting.
English language books take longer to get into my local Bookmart than the shelves of Borders, Barnes & Noble, in the US or equivalent locations in the UK. Plus, one never knows what was ordered, much less what will actually be on the shelves for more than a day.
Good excuse for on-line book shopping, is it not?