A Hiatus

Hello, kiddies!

Ah, it’s been a long week at work. I’ve settled in for a lovely Friday night of quiet knitting; my penance for the week’s sins. After a pondering lasting all evening, I’ve decided I’m at one of those stages in my knitted day/week/month/year. You know that moment. The hiatus. That horrible in-between time.

I’ve finished the knitting on my current project. You know the story – it needs embellishments after it’s blocked, but I lack the motivation tonight to do the actual blocking. Maybe tomorrow morning, when it’s warm and sunny. I could prepare the ribbon for the embellishments – but where are my fabric scissors?

This lovely deep pink number from the Patons "Fireside" range claims to be colourfast and completely machine washable. It lies!

I’ve always got a background project running, currently it is a lovely crochet number for wintry nights in front of the TV. I thought I was finished, but upon arranging it on the living room floor I discovered it was only a little larger than a generous placemat.

Not to be deterred, I proceeded to block the squares I had completed (maybe the blessed thing will keep my knees warm), only to discover that the colour of one of the darker pink yarns has run into the other colours. Great, now my rug’s got a rash (if you pardon the pun). Frog that and salvage what I can before hibernating. With a sigh, I concede that I do not want to open that pandora’s box when I’m trying to relax.

Not to worry, I’ll start my “next” current project. Dammit. As soon as I find the Addi 3.75mm circulars with the 40″ cord that I don’t yet own, and cast on over 400 stitches. Another sigh. Maybe another night.

I’ll finish my setup on Ravelry and finish compiling my new pattern, so I can share that lovely Nanna-Chic Louie Vest with my fellow Ravellers – some are very persistently requesting details. But woe, there’s a problem with my formulae in the Excel spreadsheet and the large size is somehow smaller than the medium.

Apparently, my work this week was easier than my leisure. Maybe I should chuck it in and go to bed. Or the pub. Yes, the pub…