I’ve started this blog post three times now, although in my head, I’m up to eight goes. I think. Like quite a few other people, I seem to have come down with post-Fibre East lurgy, and trying to put sentences together has been like trying to nail jelly to the wall. Each time I think I know what I’m going to write, it head off in a totally different direction again.
What was I saying. Ah yes. Concentration. I lack it.
Despite spending most of the last few days just wanting to crawl back under the duvet, I have managed to get things done as well.
A pattern sample arrived to much cooing and squeeing.
I’ve been wrestling with the best way to draw crochet charts – knitters, you have no idea how much I envy you. I’m test-driving this software, which does the job nicely, but I have a sneaking suspicion might be more intelligent than I am. Well, more intelligent than I feel today, anyway.
I’ve been quilting moustaches, continuing my love/hate relationship with hand-quilting. I love the effect, but will admit that the process is something I find it hard to really enjoy. For me, it’s best done in front of the TV so that I’ve got something to engage my brain as well.
Okay, okay, so I didn’t actually make these myself, but to say I’m delighted would be an understatement. Actual tomatoes!! What I growed myself! How cool is that?
I’ve been swatching with a very odd yarn
And ripping out many rows of a very lovely one. Note to self: be MORE careful not to twist.
And I’ve been doing some sorting out and de-stashing. If anyone wants a look, there’s some nice yarns on my sale page on Ravelry. I’m also offering up some shawls for P/Hop here if you just can’t wait. Do check them out!
Finally, and sadly, I’ve been disposing of dead wellingtons. They split on top at Fibre East, although I only discovered this after I stepped in a deep puddle. Let’s just say I was squelching both inside and outside my wellies for the rest of the day.
Speaking of Fibre East, if anyone out there had any doubts, let me reassure you: Fibre folks are the friendliest I’ve ever come across. I met spinners, dyers, knitters, stitchers, all of whom welcomed me like I was the friend they’d been waiting to meet. Let’s see, there was Anna, Sarah, Joy, Debbie, Clare, Ann and, oh, lots of other people, to whom I can only apologise for not mentioning. But I must add a huge thanks to Sadie for driving, especially given the state of the main entrance by the end of the day.
Looking back, that’s not too shabby on the Year of Projects front. Two patterns are now in their final throes, I’m making progress on my swap shawl and knitting pattern, and I actually finished something that I’ll post about on Friday. Not too bad for someone who’s getting through tissues as though she had shares in Kleenex.
How’s everyone else’s week going? Anyone else feeling as scatterbrained as I am? And is this normal after a lovely wool-fest?