This week has been remarkable on a number of fronts.
Some of the wool I bought recently was underweight. By quite a bit. When I rang the yarn maker and told them they offered to send more which I thought was very gracious. Of the 700gms I thought I bought, I only ended up with about 600gms. They sent me another 500gms! I am now looking for a really good pattern for jacket in chunky 12 ply - perhaps with a pin closure?
On Wednesday someone actually stood up on a crowded tram so I could knit my socks sitting down. I wondered out loud if she was concerned I might stab someone whilst in the upright position but she said, "you are being so productive and I was just sitting there."
On Thursday I finally summoned the courage to knit my way through a 2 hour corporate meeting/workshop. No one said anything even remotely patronising or looked at me funny. I feel quite fortified by the experience.
Not to mention I now have one and a third socks.
I've also overcome my deep aversion to the Brenda doll project I started, well, ages ago. I've decided I can't dwell in the house of frustration any longer so I've sewn her up and am going to improvise her clothes so I don't have to deal with the scary coat pattern she came with. Life's too short. I have my sights set firmly on Amy's birthday in a couple of weeks. And then we will never speak of it again.
And a few more rows of the Hanami. I have my sights set firmly on...perhaps...2009? I do love it, which is lucky or it would never be finished. The pattern and yarn are both just gorgeous.
And every other waking moment has been absorbed with planning the project list from the show loot. Really, my only problem is deciding on which order to do them in.