Basically, uni owns all my free time and my soul, exams are in full swing, and I should be prepping the hell out of those, only internet, and very much not knitting as much as I’d like.
I have, however, committed these pretties here, in an angora-plastic blend, grey-ish brown, awesomely soft, with middle-ground cuffs (aka two pattern repeats), and dug out my shock blanket with artistic licence (basically, work in something like the pattern until big enough) again, which might just be big enough to finally c/o in a month or five.
And did I mention I’d like to knit more but uni and procrastination and feeling bad about procrastination. Ugh.
So this happened this weekend: I’m doing my Christmas knitting in front of the TV when my boyfriend’s little cousin (who’s turning four in January) asks me what I’m knitting.
Me: A hat for my mum, for Christmas.
(Remembering I probably shouldn’t spoil Santa for him just yet, quick addition:)
And when I’m done, I’m going to give it to Santa, who’s then going to give it to my mum.
The kiddo’s dad: So that makes her one of Santa’s elves!
… because Santa’s obviously super busy on Christmas… (even though, mathematically, Santa oughta be dead, at least according to the very shiny text we just did in interpreting class…)