Welcome to 2006. Hope you enjoy the ride! This year we'll have plenty of spinning, knitting and house/garden stuff for you to enjoy and perhaps some tales of travel to a far and distant land, a land of milk and honey, green fields and congested cities.
So what are my New Year's resolutions? I tend not to do them really. I just have things that I need to do. Yesterday I was very proud of myself cos I had started work on tidying up my fibre room. I made great progress. I emptied four or five big garbage bags of yarn. Watch me go!
Then I found three more garbage bags of yarn including one bag of white/cream/neutral yarns that I want to dye up, plus three largeish bags of raw and processed fleece, plus three smallish boxes of washed alpaca fleece. Here's what my fibre room looks like at the moment:
Oh dear, what a bomb site! At least we made a very good start on getting the study in shape last night - we finally put together the last Billi bookcase, with a bit of wood from the hardware shop to make up for the missing top shelf. We seem to be missing two shelves for it actually. Since we now have a fully functional 2m high bookcase, I can get rid of the last boxes of books into it - they are in backpacks on the bedroom floor. This means the bedroom can be tidied up properly too cos there won't be amazingly heavy backpacks everywhere. Plus we removed the old wardrobe and installed another set of hammerlock shelves - they ain't pretty but they are functional!
I think I'll make one or 10 of these as stashbusting exercises. I have LOTS of novelty yarns and some curlywhirly scarves will help me get rid of them I hope.
(Kellie, don't follow this link. For the love of your budget, don't follow it) I want some of these - luscious sock yarns from a mob in the UK. Drool. Dribble. (sorry, I got a bit over excited there) I am almost tempted to order a kit for a friend. Hmm....
This is my favourite bruise:
It is starting to fade now but is brighter in person than in the picture. It is about three inches long. For some reason I have a "thing" about walking into the piano stool at present. The piano stool occupies the open space in the loungeroom and is black and shiny, which may explain why I keep walking into it - it reflects very well and I don't think I quite perceive it is there. This bruise is another unwelcome visitor to my legs, along with the three others around the same height on that leg and two on the other leg. I didn't even notice that I had given myself the bruise until about 20 minutes later after trying to move my leg. I kid you not, I thought I must've busted my fibula head but nope, it's only bruised. Thank heavens.
I can hear as I write a flock of lorikeets out in one of the local nectar bearing trees (probably a eucalypt, but they may be into a fruit tree too). Such noisy birds with rather unmusical voices but I love them. They are bright and happy, if vociferous.
I have all the pictures from my Wendy Dennis trip (that was nearly a month ago now! Eeek! Where is the time going?) ready to go. I will blog them soon, along with the pics of the shawl I am knitting (only I have to take the pics of the shawl first). Here's a taster from the trip:
So what are your resolutions? Do you do resolutions? Why or why not?