Rowan all seasons cotton is very nice. Very nice indeed. Knitting it in the round on 3.5mm needles is distinctly not advised though.
I’m taking a break from knitting my purple monster (and from the resulting hand cramp. There are a hella lot of ssks and k2togs in that pattern!) to do a quick update. Again, photoless due to my camera battery being dead, and my photoshop trial being over *sob*
A quick jaunt down to Waterford took place at the weekend, where I got to catch up with some people that I haven’t seen since the wedding. Shameful, I know. Large amounts of yummy food was consumed, along with multiple mojitos. The weather even obliged and allowed for my first al fresco meal of the year.
Shockingly I didn’t get near the new yarn shop in the city centre, due entirely to the aforementioned mojitos and company. I’ll be back down there in a few weeks though, so will give a full report then. The things I do for my readers!
Last night, myself and HusBeast headed into Dublin and went to a Bill Bailey gig. I got the tickets back in October - I’d failed to get them every other time he was touring here for the last five years - and they were an anniversary prezzie for himself. I won’t post spoilers for those of you who are still to see the show, but suffice to say that it was fantastic. I had serious issues with not being able to breathe because I was laughing so much. Clever funny as well. Not just an assortment of “tit and bum” jokes, which is all too prevailant in stand up these days. Just to sound like an old fart.
This morning I was rudely awakened by the postman. At 7.15am. Has to be some kind of record for earliest delivery by the Irish postal service. I had been hoping that it was a package from the States for me, but alas, it was for The Lodger. It seems that the best way to get me out of bed and down stairs in 15 seconds or fewer is the promise of peanut butter M’n'Ms.
The finishing touches on my BSJ were completed at SnB this morning, which left me feeling rather chuffed. It’s a very cute looking thing, and finished just in the nick of time. Pity the intended recipient will have grown out of it in about ten minutes, but he is a baby and that is their way. You turn your back for just a moment, and poof!, they’ve grown another inch. I’ll console myself knowing that Becky will like it, and will possibly be able to reuse it at some stage in the future as it’s in a nice gender neutral colour.
Wow, I used the term “gender neutral”. I may have earned a gold star from the PC police, horror of horrors.
Apart from suffering from hand cramp (mind out of the gutters, thanking you!) there’s not much going on chez moi. I’m trying to get the stuffed purple monster body done this evening before bed, so am ensconced on one end of the sofa with some tea and Tom Waits on the stereo while HusBeast and The Lodger are currently saving the universe from alien invaders on the other end. For my part, I’m being encouraging by making comments loaded with double entendre and singing the Faceplant song every time one of them gets splatted. It’s a pretty regular thing, but they’re getting better.
Many things are getting better.
