Well, I'm 24 hours in to my new job, new home, new country, and tout va bien. The house is great, there's loads of original artwork and books everywhere and a piano in my room.
Pablo is great fun, happy and not at all shy. Today he beat me at Monopoly and Yu-Gi-Oh (not hard to do), decapitated a flying insect for his microscope, sniggered at the risqué lyrics of Fatal Bazooka on youtube and went out on his scooter with some friends. I trundled along, but soon realised I was a bit of a spare part without wheels. So I went back home for some knitting and sat on a bench in the sun. Pablo came over and asked what I was doing, then ran back to his friends saying "she's making a sock!" like it was the coolest thing ever. That boy will go far.
Wednesday 29 August 2007
Sunday 26 August 2007
Productive weekend
New hat!
Gorgeous yarn and super CD from Interannette.
Courtesy of the Last.fm group on Ravelry. Yet another example of how Ravelry has made my life better in real terms.
Off to the Monro for tea tonight with the folks seeing as I'm buggering off to France on Tuesday. I'm sure I should be packing or practising the language or something, not just knitting all the time.
Gorgeous yarn and super CD from Interannette.
Courtesy of the Last.fm group on Ravelry. Yet another example of how Ravelry has made my life better in real terms.
Off to the Monro for tea tonight with the folks seeing as I'm buggering off to France on Tuesday. I'm sure I should be packing or practising the language or something, not just knitting all the time.
Thursday 23 August 2007
Extreme knitting, anyone?
Spent the weekend down in St Ives, Cornwall. Took my knitting along, but didn't really spend much time sat on my arse.
When the others went snorkelling, I decided it wasn't my thing so took my sock-in-progress in the sea with me instead...
But it wasn't that cold and the underwater camera I'd bought was just too much fun...
I even had a surfing lesson. I was prepared to hate it, but in contrast to my first ever snowboarding lesson, I didn't want it to end. I never managed to get up off my knees on the board, but the very first wave I caught took me all the way back to shore at a mental speed.
After St Ives I stayed with Simon for a couple of days on his boat, and got my first Twisted Tweed sock finished.
Anyone got a pattern for a wetsuit?
When the others went snorkelling, I decided it wasn't my thing so took my sock-in-progress in the sea with me instead...
But it wasn't that cold and the underwater camera I'd bought was just too much fun...
I even had a surfing lesson. I was prepared to hate it, but in contrast to my first ever snowboarding lesson, I didn't want it to end. I never managed to get up off my knees on the board, but the very first wave I caught took me all the way back to shore at a mental speed.
After St Ives I stayed with Simon for a couple of days on his boat, and got my first Twisted Tweed sock finished.
Anyone got a pattern for a wetsuit?
Thursday 16 August 2007
Unemployment Survival Guide
Something to listen to.
Internet.
Juice.
Sustenance.
Something to do with my hands.
Repeat daily between 1pm and 5am.
My life is like some horrible chapter of Bridget Jones' Diary.
Except I'm not a fuckwit.
Internet.
Juice.
Sustenance.
Something to do with my hands.
Repeat daily between 1pm and 5am.
My life is like some horrible chapter of Bridget Jones' Diary.
Except I'm not a fuckwit.
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