Due to Dot being renamed "The Snot Monster", Marcus never changing out of his pj's and Felix staying home inhaling tea all day baking has been cancelled for the day.
Instead I'm off to find some Demezin and a squishy pillow.
Due to Dot being renamed "The Snot Monster", Marcus never changing out of his pj's and Felix staying home inhaling tea all day baking has been cancelled for the day.
Instead I'm off to find some Demezin and a squishy pillow.
Knitting on a train.
We shall now resume our normal schedule of staying up until 3am, knitting like a fiend possessed.
(Sorry my thumb looks so manky)
I'm still working away on the pink dress, with about two weeks to go. It's a hard slog mostly because I loathe the yarn. Still, money helps the world go round, so I'll just have to keep knitting. Except I can't.
Last night while I was chopping up an onion for dinner I slipped. At first I thought I was fine, but then the bleeding started. Not a big cut, but a bit deep.
About twenty minutes ago I settled into my seat on the train to head off to my Sunday job at Morris & Sons (I shall pause while you all squeal with jealousy) and I pulled out my knitting.
Do you know how useful your left thumb is when knitting? Especially the left side, where the cut is?
Until I can work out a way around this, I'm in pretty deep trouble.
Train trips are really boring when you can't knit.

