I'm back, again

Well gee. Look who went and fell off the face of the earth blog again. It's me! How many times have I come back to the blog and dusted it off? Let's not count.

As some of you know and some of you may have guessed, the stoppage in blogging was caused by me getting a job. It's taken a little while to adjust back to being on a regular schedule (ya know, getting my butt out of bed in the morning), but it's a good thing and I'm happy.

Enough for now about the job. We're here for the yarn.

As always, I'm knitting away like crazy, maybe a little slower than before, but that's OK. Most of it is even knitting I can share - for the moment, I'm between sample knitting projects.

Those chartreuse socks in the post below are long gone. I never got further than the photo shows... I keep trying and trying, but toe-up socks aren't for me. Rrrrrip! Currently I think I have 4 other pair on the needles, so I'm not depriving myself of socky goodness.

Another thing I don't like knitting is stuffed animals - too fiddly for me. But I did knit up a stuffed rocket for fibre space's holiday window display and sent it off. Kind of fun. I like the little ducky feet on the bottom.

Rocket

If I would just get off the computer and go knit, I would be very nearly done with another sweater. Which I could take photos of and show off. Off I go.

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Marie said…
Is it just me, or is that rocket faintly obscene?
12:18 AM
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