The next time I write a blog post here I’ll be in Canada starting the rest of my life with the woman I love. It’s exciting and it also means I haven’t had much time to think about much else.
Three weeks of saying goodbye to people with one party after another is getting pretty tiring. I’ve loved every second of it and it’s been a wonderful chance to realise how many brilliant people I know.
That’s one pocket of my family: my mum (up front), then from left to right: little sister Megan, my nephew Jayden, big sister Sandi, my niece Rubi, and me. We had a party with much ridiculous dancing to terrible music. There was also quiche. I ate a lot of quiche.
Honestly, I haven’t had much drive to knit lately. However I’m halfway down the cuff on a bright pink pair of socks to go with my girlfriend’s work scrubs which she’s pleased about (or humouring me).
I also visited Woolabullo in Hexham when I was there with a friend and that was an amazing yarn store. They had a purple hoody that said ‘Knit Happens’ that I was half a breath from buying before I remembered that I don’t even have room for all my yarn in my suitcases and another hoody would mean I’d have to abandon my skein of Wollmeise or something. Bad times. No hoody for me.
In geekier news, I spent about £75 sending a bunch of comics over ahead of my arrival in Canada because they wouldn’t fit anywhere and I couldn’t bear to part with them.
Even though my girlfriend has most of the same ones anyway.
I’ll conclude this rambling post with a promise of actual pictures of knitting next Monday. Promise.