The Boy and His Girl have arrived.
The Girl heads off again on Friday.
Meanwhile, FL has conjunctivitis and I have lost my voice.
The only possible solution to any of this is to curl up on the sofa and knit.
I cast on Shalder while Gma was here.
My yellow cardigan is in the doldrums. I am not sure I would ever wear it. The bigger it gets, the more sure I am that it looks like spare tyres stacked around my waist. I can feel a ripping session coming on. That's why I started Shalder. To give the illusion of successful knitting output before I start the unravelling of several weeks' worth of full-time fingering-weight trauma.
As for sewing... I have a plan. I'm just not ready to talk about it yet: no voice remember? But I reckon I will have something to show you at the weekend.