I always thought I'd be a grown up when I grew up

Sometimes having hardcore Tory parents is a Good Thing!

Mum sent me this link from the Telegraph: Vintage Knitwear for Modern Knitters. Five free patterns to download!

Things I never expected to learn:

Knitting while wearing a double-cuffed shirt with cufflinks is infuriating.

20 minutes to cleaner. Why am I so nervous?

Oooh, the latest Knitty is full of lovely things!

I want to make Isabella, Ribena, Palette, Dashing, Clessidra... and possibly more things, too. All so pretty, and better than tax!

Checked diary last night. V Glad I did. Today is Day Off.

The cavalry are giving each other queer looks. ( Boudica update )

I've knitted one of the beaded gloves. It looks like a very small, fluffy stormcloud.

I had to get up at 7am this morning. I actually did get up at 8am this morning. It isn't civilised, I tell you. Any sensible person would wait til the world had warmed up a bit (say, until 10.30) and then stay up late to make the most of the residual heat being radiated from a planet that had spent 9 hours or so being heated up by the sun.

I've been steadily tidying up my LJ tags to merge those with only one use into existing more common ones. My life appears to be mainly grupming about work and men (and yes, this is another one). I need to get out more.

Got all Inspired for another WK fic last night (by Don Henley - I'm so rock 'n' roll, me). Can't quite think how to start it though. It has the potential to be An Epic, or alternatively tiny. Am also being given Bad Ideas by wk_100's latest challenge ("Trapped"). No, really; when I say "bad", I mean "claw your brian out and stomp on it".

No further progress on Branching Out, either in RED or ORANGE. I have, however, knitted 15" of Wavy. It looks like a translucent tortoiseshell cat's tummy. The wiggly ribbing is starting to show up, though not as clearly as in the picture on knitty.com; that's what I get for knitting it out of fairy sheep instead of DK.

I Aten't Dead ;)

I've been Working (bah), playing AD&D (in a game where standard procedure is to strip the bodies & keep *everything*, including any undies), and being Persuaded into Visiting HairyGit and Spending Money.

Yes. nannyo sent me a text last night (technically yesterday lunchtime, but I didn't see it til I was eating my tea) and invited me to visit & attend the "Let's Make Things Out Of Stuff" show at the showground. So I visited, and watched A Knight's Tale, and admired Paul Bettany's bottom, and was entertained by nannyo's gloss-induced hyperactivity, and had my brain melted by 10 minutes of Brazil.

I didn't watch Robin Hood, because I'd seen a trailer and nearly put my fist through the telly at the terrible, appalling archery. Nnnngh.

And then today I persuaded her (though it took little effort) to buy enough chunky stripy wool to knit a chunky stripy elephant, while she watched me persuade myself to buy some cross stitch kits (a lynx, and a fuzzy kitten sniffing flowers), some books (including a beautiful, beautiful one about how to do Japanese embroidery) and some undyed silk fibre. I didn't buy any of the nuggets of purest green, nor did I buy the other 5 cross stitch kits I liked, nor did I buy the entire stall of Brightly Coloured Stuff, and when I went back for some fuzzy white yarn it had gone.

Next year, we're going to kidnap pink_weasel and claire_wain, and possibly snapesbabe too, for closeness reasons, and take them along to Marvel! at the life size swan, and be Astounded! at the floral cricket boxes, and to Explain! wtf you're supposed to do with bright orange things that look like unravelled cinnamon sticks.

And Alexander McQueen's Kingdom smells like my armpits when they're very freshly sweaty, and BPAL's Voodoo smells *gorgeous* on me and actually doesn't turn sharp and flysprayish.

Thanks to lark_ascending:

I can kill you with my socks.