Well ... Study, or lack of study, in that a whopping big assignment was due, and i had not done anything, at, all, for it. So a week of heart pounding panic, damp palms, lying in bed wondering if I should be pulling alll nighters, and then deciding that I was to mature - read old enough to know that all nighters are not effective.
What else, well... I was really nice and lent my camera to a collegue who needed to put together a digital portfolio for her masters proposal. And so camera-less for a weekend, I felt unable to blog. Whats a blog without photos, I would ask myself.
And I have been feeling blah, not all out sick, not feverish, not off my food, but just tired of an evening blah. Just down and not even feel like knitting blah.
I do in some ways blame the Bohus, or rather my knitting of the Bohus. Around 3 weeks ago I found a dropped stitch, only I found it 10 cm or 4 inches past the drop point. So I did what any clued up modern knitter would do, I picked up a fine crochet needle and 'knitted' up the stitch as I have done before. But I have never done this in fine wool over such a long distance.

My 40th birthday prezzie arrived last week, rose collar, another bohus. The colours are beautiful. I think I will find an intermediate project to knit and then Rose collar. I want to make her flat, as a cardie, not as a 'sweater'. I think that would add more to my wardrobe than

Toby's socks were done, with 2 days to spare, and he opened them 2nd in the line up of family presents. A birthday seven year old who says 'wow - socks, did you make them for me mum?' gets extra pancakes for breafast in my book!
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