A few days ago, I talked about how I had a life and other interests and how I should probably post more about the rest of life. It seems I lied. I have no life beyond things on needles.
Glorious flowers surrounded by a weed here and there.
On needles, I lost a whole row while commuting today. My hands were sluggish, and when I moved to shift needles, I dropped all that I had just worked. I managed to get them back on a needles, but I'm going to have to re-orient the whole row before I can continue. The second of the lace socks is about 10 rows from the heel. I hope to be well past that before I go to sleep tonite.
Mr needles is seriously excited. He hunts. He has had critters at the taxidermist since forever, and they are now complete. We pick them up today. This means I get the next big purchase, and I'm thinking I might just have to invest in some serious wool. Or maybe I should take up spinning. And then there is that serger I've wanted. And I could would sure be interested in a better quality knitting machine... See what I mean.