I can't tell you how desperate I am to finish the knitting project I started months ago. Seriously, it was started last April, I can barely bring myself to say that, I feel so ashamed. Trouble is, every time I get the yarn out, the frisky kitties get over excited and to stop them from swooping in, I end up standing up, tension tightening with each stitch, until I can finish the row. Then it's hastily packed away in the bag until I can persuade them to go outside. It doesn't make for relaxation.
I had a doctor's appointment the other day and, given the historically lengthy endurance test in the waiting room, I took the knitting along. Yep, the doc was running on time for a change so I only managed a row before I was called in. Typical, isn't it?
Something I have managed to produce though is a couple of new purses. They are made with vintage French fabrics, gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous swoon-worthy little pieces of history, there really is nothing like an old French design and colour to get the excitement going.
The children will be breaking up for yet another marathon holiday tomorrow so I'm frantically tying up a few loose ends before I shut up shop. I don't know how people do it actually. I mean, run a business and a family at the same time. I think I shall ponder on that one over the next few weeks, though something tells me there's no solution! Any ideas?
Hallelujah, another wonderful day outside. Temperatures are set to reach 24C again here in London .. that's warmer (and drier) than last Summer!
Happy days, everyone.