I am officially on holiday for a week - hurrah! Had the most incredibly strrrrressful day at school yesterday and practically ran out the door at the end of it giving thanks to the half term gods and wondering how the hell I’m going to last until Christmas… I spent last night photgraphing my yarn stash and uploading them all onto Ravelry along with my needles and hooks. I’d forgotten how much yarn I actually have, most of it 4 ply that was given to my mum by a friend who used to own a wool shop. Other than socks I’m at a loss of what to do with it - answers on a postcard anyone?!
I am also in a mild state of Christmas panic at the moment after seeing how far along my secret pal is with her Christmas knitting. She is roaring along like a steam train whereas I am plodding, and dragging my heels doing it at that. I think my problem is that I like making things for menot other people, it goes back to being a spoilt brat before my sister was born I think, Larkin was right about your parents *^_^*
I have been thinking about what to make for the younger member of the family though and have been whipping up some little cupcakes to possibly go to my niece. She likes sorting things into piles and naming things so a huge pile of these should keep her happy for at least twenty minutes on Christmas day!
I’ve also been looking at Sheldon from Knitty for the baby - her mum likes handmade stuff which is quite lucky! I pink one, I think…
I’m off to Prague with my mum this week too - a trip we were meant to take in the summer but my step dad got ill the day we were due to fly so it was postponed until now. I can’t wait, I haven’t been on holiday with my mum since I was a horrible teen and I don’t see much of her now I’ve moved away so it’ll be good to catch up and get spoilt!
The beer festival in Manchester was very weird - only one tent - and a bit of an anti-climax. Luckily one of my friends went to uni in Manchester so she knew all the places to go. We ended up in an underground bar that used to be a public toilet listening to Neil Young and drinking far too much ale. I stumbled back home, passed out and had a VERY sore head in the morning. Going to a 40th birthday party tonight and have decided that I will be matronly and sensible, especially as I may have to cope with Sunday dinner cooked by the boy’s mother tomorrow, a meal that is not for the faint-hearted…!















