Sorry about that. A week without posting is a long time for me, but everything seems to be happening at the moment and sadly blogging has slipped down the food chain.
And I want to say that I haven't responded to a single comment and I feel really bad about it. I think I may have to change my approach to comments and repsond to them in the comments field, rather than by tracking each of you down via your blog to send an email or leave a comment on your blog.
I know this is inconvenient to commenters, and I am really sorry about that, but time is just too short! I truly love getting comments, and I hope no one is offended if I don't get back to you personally. If you do really want an email reply please let me know when you leave a comment by adding your email address because, well, Blogger just ain't up to the job.
A few things got finished.
Like Amy's watermelon poncho, which I am so very pleased with. She loves it because it's got a love heart on it (what is it about girls and love hearts?). I love it because it fits well and goes over the top of even her bulkiest winter jumpers and jackets for an extra layer in our current arctic climate. And because the grey goes so nicely in the corner and for the cross stitch up the front seam. I am beginning to think there might be a devoted knitter in me yet.
And yes Ellen, such layering is most absolutely required right now. You are in for a rude shock when you hit these shores in a few weeks time! I also finished getting my act and materials together to start my hoodie. I've been too busy to even post about the various bad omens haunting this project, but I am confident I am now ready for knitting success. She said optimistically.
Sorry for the crap photo, but here is the start of something I hope will one day be great. I love the cleverness of knitting a garment in a single piece with no seams. I have yet to tackle any really tricky bits, so I reserve the right to change my mind at a later date and rant about the stupidity of making such a complicated pattern. But for now I'm feeling very excited.
I'm lining up to do a major wholesale order and a few items for a book (a book!!), but I'll tell you more about that some other time. Like when I've actually done the work and had it accepted and not when it's still some fanciful idea I might be able to realise if I stay up all night sewing for three weeks. Because, you know, I won't be doing that.
And then this. I spent yesterday printing out the thesis I haven't looked at for 5 months on archival paper to be bound into a book with gold letters on the spine so I can sumbit it to the library. This is the last step before graduation, and only possible now because at last (at last!!) my examiners have submitted reports saying I am a reliable witness on the topic of work and family: gender, risk and wicked policy problems.
In fact the examiners said rather nicer things than that about my knowledge and understanding and original contribution to the field, so I am very pleased. Pleased and relieved that the whole thing is over.
I feel kind of sad though that now that I know rather a lot about something that is rather important, no one would like to give me a job doing something about it. Doesn't that seem like a waste to you? It certainly does to me, and gives me much pause for thought about what I am going to do now.
One examiner made much of my suitability for PhD candidacy, a prospect I view quite unexcitedly, though if I can't get a job it may be better than unemployment (especially if I get a scholarship). Sometimes it's a positive liability to be so committed to outcomes when if I was happy to sit and contemplate I might have a decent career ahead of me. It all seems too convoluted and so much more bent out of shape than it should be.
And lastly a bit of gratuitous botanica. If I had more time I would write an entire post about Daphne, perhaps my most favourite flower ever. I love its tightly packed little clusters of flowers and because it smells so so very good, because it comes in winter when the garden is barely worth visiting and because it is often just starting to bloom by my birthday. I just wish I could give you all smell-o-vision. Gorgeous.