I got the best sleep last night! No knitting done at all, just bound off a Secret Project (pics to follow in the next few days) and called it good. I took a hot bubble bath, which I used to be good at doing every night, but I’ve fallen out of the habit recently. I tried to catch up a little with my New Yorkers (four weeks behind right now) and I got to bed at a decent time. I slept until ten minutes before the alarm would have gone off.
I took Alice Starmore’s Celtic Collection to bed with me. I’m going to make Cromarty (breathe deeply, in, out — I’m a wee bit frightened, this being my first A.S.) and I wanted to READ the pattern. You know, really understand the construction. Of course, I can’t get past the very SECOND instruction, k1b. WTF? Amy, help! Is that knit one through the back loop? That’s the only abbreviation they don’t explain in the back of the book. And it’s the second thing I’d have to do after casting on. Lord.
I’m going to do it in Koigu Kersti, from the boys, and can I just tell ya? They cut a deal with me like no deal has ever been cut. Also, I got to talk to Rob on the phone, as they were cruising — I mean looking — for a new home for Threadbear. I hate it that they have to move their business, but we’ll all pull together and order LOTS of yarn from them to make the transition a little easier, huh? We’ll sacrifice a bit. Won’t that be terrible? Ordering yarn? Stop it. And Rob? Fireball, that’s all I’m gonna say.
So I read Cromarty. That made for sweet dreams. And I tried to get further with my Proust, which the – girls – and I are reading, but I swann….. I’m loving the book — it’s rich like fruitcake and heavy cream, and it makes me drowsy and dreamy in the same way. Oh, it’s lovely. And narcotic-like.
All right. I’m bored with myself and work is busy, so I’m outta here. Have a great weekend. Mwah!
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