The SSS photos say it all: the absence of lipstick is never a good sign.
I was definitely suffering from post-conference fall-out syndrome. I was grumpy with FL (1) for losing a package on his way to the Post Office (a garment being returned to an online retailer because it didn't fit, so that's £28 gone forever) and (2) for exploding a casserole on the hob (full power will do that to a ceramic dish) and (3) for being unwell. Stop having cancer, FL, I am tired of it, do you hear me?! To which the only possible answer is: "Pardon?" Even supposing I opened my mouth to say those words... which I did not.
So, yeah, I was no use to anyone at the start of this week.
I started to regather myself on Thursday - hence the broccolli bouquet in my SSS picture. And by Friday I was a coiled spring again, ready to bounce into Tiggerish action.
I bought some yarn from Ambermoggie's destash in aid of Macmillan Cancer Support... it was Lorna's Laces so I was powerless to resist. In theory, this will be three pairs of Christmas socks. I am just not committing myself to THIS Christmas!
I have hopes of a stitchy weekend.
In the midst of my dark cloud, I was knitting a baby garment, and hope to finish that.
|Lorna's Laces from Ambermoggie|
And I am halfway up the second sleeve of Betty Jean - oh yes, I am, I am!
I am ready to sew a Ginger skirt... though I need a zip.
And I want to sew the new Colette top (Jasmine?) using teal and brown plaid, cut on the bias... though I need the pattern ; )
And I have another bin bag full of non-me-mades to go to the charity shop. There's not much left in the wardrobe now. That's OK.
|Baby knitting: in all directions!|
Disc 4 of the box set of My So-Called Life is calling...
And maybe I will get out to see the new film of Jane Eyre with The Girl.
FL? He's writing his book...