I’m going to be completely honest here: the looming prospect of a certain enormous knitting event is beginning to make me feel a little ill. Excited but ill. Like a rollercoaster.
Alex came over yesterday and ironed a bunch of interfacing onto some fabric for me. I would have done some sewing butI managed to slice my thumb up when I was putting up the ironing board and figured that no one really wanted me bleeding all over the beautiful fabric. It really doesn’t add anything. So instead I whimpered a bit, cooked dinner and enjoyed not being sat at my sewing machine!
This evening I’ve been carving up fabric ready to turn it all into pretty new bags and things. See:
It doesn’t look it now, but that’s six yarn pouches of varying sizes and a needle roll. And yes, those ARE sock monkeys.
I’m going to bed.