Well, not quite.
Christmas is almost upon us. This day next week I’ll be fully od’d on turkey (or turkgooducken, in my case) and getting ready to drive back from my parents place.
In the meantime, work continues to sap my will to live. Hence the radio silence lately - sorry about that. I’ve been “helping” out with some finance stuff. I say “helping” because I’ve spent more time on that than my own work this week so far. It’s not particularly difficult, but it’s head wrecking at the same time. I’m focussing on the light at the end of the tunnel, and hoping that it’s not an oncoming train.
So, since the last time I updated, the clean out of doom has continued. I have a few bags of yarn ready for a new home, along with random other bits and pieces. I have sacks of clothes to go, and am not showing signs of slowing yet. Thankfully I have places for all of these to go, as they’re currently living on our landing; something I’m sure the boys are less than amused about.
As part of all the clearing out, FrogFest ‘08 has begun. Yes, I realise that I’ve left it so late in the year that it could almost be FrogFest ‘09, but still, better late than never and all of that.
This was a scarf in 2×2 rib that I knitted for myself out of some rather delicious Twilleys Freedom Spirit. Unfortunately I made it a tad too wide, and rather a lot on the short side for my taste, so I’ve never worn it.
It’s a great yarn to knit, and the colours are wonderful, but it’s the biggest pain in the arse to frog. The yarn is a barberpole effect single, and the properties that make it wonderful and warm and soft when knitted up mean that it sticks to itself like a crazy stickingtoitself thing, which then means that I have to stop every few stitches and de-stick it before frogging on. Still, a little determination and more time than I’d care to admit later…
Taaaaa daaaaaah!
A rather fuzzy photo of a frogged scarf. Or yarn, as it is otherwise known.
Hrm….didn’t realise how geeky the background on that photo was until now. Yes, we have an old xbox and a wii. The PS3 is around the other side. Yes, open fires rock. They rock so much that a small stone viking has adopted us and refuses to move from there. Yes, that carpet is wicked ugly. There’s also no underlay. The joys of rented accommodation.
Still, scarf done.
To be honest, I went a little nutso after this was taken, and kept frogging like a woman posessed. Remember this?
Yup, I tried to forget it too. No need now though, as it has been frogged into oblivion.
Bwah ha ha ha haaaaaaaaa!!!!!!
Ahem.
‘Scuse me. It has been one of those…months. I feel soooo much better knowing that this gorgeous yarn wasn’t sitting in a pile of garment-vomit in a bag at the bottom of the wardrobe. I’ve carried it through five (count em, five!) house moves, so I figured that for all the patience it had shown, it deserved to be turned into something, you know, wearable. It will be well after Christmas before the new destiny of the yarn reveals itself, but I’ll keep you posted.
I had an extremely good mail day this week to boot!
Brand spanking new driving licence in the post. Test passed, first time. 2 faults, out of a possible 8. I am back in business! Or I will be, after Sunday. I’m heading down the country tomorrow to pick up my car and drive it back to Dublin for my NCT (MOT…this thingie) Once I get my cert, I can drive anywhere, anytime. I can’t describe how utterly made of win that is.
Perhaps something a little bizarre, topical and truly Irish might round off the day.
Santa Garfield is coming to town…..strapped to a tank.
Christmas and charity fundraising are like two peas in a pod here. Two peas in a large, cold metal pod with guns. Still, it’s the thought that counts, right?
Shown with tabasco bottle for scale.
