I cast off the Little Brownstone and finished writing and addressing the American-bound Christmas cards yesterday and am rewarded this morning by a really bad attack of Seasonal Panic/Fear of the Dark. The only possible thing to do is make a list and starting striking things off it. (The important thing about a list, if it is to allay panic, is that it contain a few quickly-done items, such as ‘iron handkerchief’. Striking them off then soothes. The first thing to do today is to fill out, write a cheque for and send off my residents’ parking permit application. I got in a real mess over that one last year, when the reminder got lost in the post.)
Knitting-wise, the ambition is to finish the Little Brownstone and cast on a hat.
I would also like to finish off those baubles, including crocheting little chains for them, so that they can be dispatched to the
along with the cards. It will
require a post office visit. So the baubles had better be promoted from the
Knitting category (self-indulgence, leave until evening) to that of Christmas
(action urgently required). US
There are then three presents still to be dealt with, and disks-full of my husband’s files to be converted into Word and dropped into Dropbox. Then perhaps a brief lull – no, that’s rash -- before domestic Christmas cards and present-wrapping.
It doesn’t sound quite so bad when you break it down like that.
Or maybe it does, against a remorseless background of cooking and dishwashing and darkness.
Zite found me another interesting-looking swirling, droopy cardigan pattern yesterday, bizarrely named Vitamin D. I have just bought and printed it as a possible alternative to the Effortless for my new madelinetosh yarn. One would want it slightly longer, perhaps.
, I think maybe I
need a lesson in getting things into my iPad, and maybe I need to look at
GoodReader. For the moment, I think I prefer paper that I can write on and
spill coffee on. But with the price of printer ink being what it is… Fargo
The Sunday Times mentioned yesterday that Mr Salmond had been to the ball, but said nothing about James's jabot.
Don’t miss the link China Doll provided yesterday to unexpected goings-on in
libraries. I am
a fairly assiduous reader of the Scotsman. I knew nothing about this. Absolutely magical. Edinburgh