My life got busy these last two weeks. I've had an essay to write on a subject that I still honest to goodness don't understand, and a weekend away to, well not so much organise (though there was an element of that) but to stress about. And, and this is the important bit: its all DONE!
In a totally normal way for me I have been happily making my life harder than I needed to by tackling knitting projects with a time limit. I really should work my life out at some point. Anyway.
Catherine at some point in the past mentioned that she liked my scarf, and it was her birthday on Friday. Well. She stole it every time she saw me for a week or so, and I kind of gathered that she liked it. The point was that I decided to knit her a rainbow colour scarf of awesometude. Only issue is that knitting scarfs takes ages. Really really ages. And changing colour often means it takes even more ages when finishing off. All this meant that while she did in fact get an awesome scarf of awesometude, and even on her birthday, she did get it after it had been press-ganged into service while we were waiting in the cold for the bus to the weekend away. Only slightly second hand. By like an hour or so. Totally close enough. (sorry Catherine)
I also happily found projects for Emma's birthday, Rob's birthday, my Uni secret Santa, and my home secret Santa circles. I have been trying hard to work on these over the past two weeks, but only 2 of the 4 are actually - hang on. Food is ready.
Om nom nom.
Food is nom.
Only 2 of the 4 are actually cast on right now, and in fact I'm not even sure about the home secret Santa pattern. There is absolutely no way that Rob will be getting his present on time, and Emma may well also be receiving an IOU. There's also my Rev mortal, who I found an AWESOME pattern for, but again. Absolutely no way that she'll be getting the finished works before the end of term.
Why oh why do I do this to myself?
Not a rhetorical question here. Please help.