In my handbag, I have 200g of Malabrigo worsted in salmon pink, 200g of Artesano alpaca aran in dark brown and 100g of black Debbie Bliss pure silk. That's a world of soft and none of it's for me. They're all for Christmas and Birthday knitting that had better be appreciated.

kisobel and Paul got married on Saturday. It was lovely. I met some great people. I will probably post more, but it felt apt to post my congratulations here first! Congratulations to both of you.

I knitted an elephant, to take to Italy as a present for my little cousin. (It's not my pattern, but Elefante.)

Had a fabulous week. Was looking at my photos last night and I love the way this one from Venice accidentally picked up a pigeon.

A few weeks ago, I was discharged from the work physio. I've been knitting like a demon. 

( A picture heavy post on knitting... )
Otherwise, life continues to chug along nicely.

I'm freshly back from Strasbourg, where I have eaten enough heavy Alsatian food to have put on half a stone in a week. Goddamn it. Well, that's what happens if you eat snails every night just to have an excuse to eat melted garlic butter.

I've not been knitting as the new job has led to one of my regular bouts of RSI. Until I can sleep the night without waking up with horrendous pins and needles, my stash is in hibernation. So, I'm back to having nothing to blog about. Sorry!

I realise I owe some postings...
Once I'm through this RSI-blip and can type and knit again, I'll be back...

 Yesterday, I left the flat for work as usual, then thought I'd just check that the gas was off - I use a griddle instead of a toaster, and make my morning coffee on the hob too - put my hand in my pocket, and found I had picked up the keys to my mother's house rather than mine.  Cue me being an hour late for work as I had to go to the letting company in West Norwood, pick up the master, let myself back into the flat, pick up my key and head back to drop off the master.  

Today, I forgot my glasses. I have emergency contacts in my drawer at work, so I can see, but it's not the same and my eyes are dry already. 

I think my brain is going.

 I am in the new flat. Unfortunately, a lot of my stuff is still in the Big Yellow at West Norwood. Anyone is welcome for a cuppa/glass of vino once I am unpacked. 
I am learning to knit cables. This is easier and yet still more complicated than it sounds.

I've been in Australia for a week, and am now just about over the jet lag. I've spent the week with a variety of family in Woy Woy, Terrigal and Copacabana, and been to a family coffee shop in Gosford. It was odd coming into Sydney today, as I went through Croydon and Lewisham on the way from Gosford and Newcastle. 
Went to stay with my cousin James the other night in his bright blue and green clifftop house, and then yesterday went out with cousins Paul and Mez, and Mez's husband Justin. I'm now all on my own for a fortnight, and I'm going to be travelling around Oz by train. Wish me luck, as I think I'll need it...

I've not gone missing, I promise. Will be posting more over the next month. 
Tonight I will be getting on a plane to Sydney. I am terrified, as I hate flying. I arrive on Friday. I will be in touch when I am alive and well!

I love being back in Richmond. Went to Richmond Live last weekend, saw loads of folks from school and The Buzzcocks, playing down on the Batts, although the bar ran out of Black Sheep far too early on the second night. On Sunday we walked up to Willance's Leap through Deepdale and all the wildflowers were out, so the whole area was stunning. The path is getting more precarious every time I go up - it's named for Robert Willance, who was a doctor living on my street in the seventeenth century. One evening, on his way to a house call, he and his horse went off the edge of the hill at what is now the Leap. He survived because he cut open his dead horse and kept his broken leg warm until he was spotted. He lost the leg, but wasn't buried himself for many years and so there are memorial stones at the very peak where he went off. It was the 400th anniversary last year. 
Monday, we walked from Ravenscar to Robin Hood's Bay and back. I have some amazing photos to go on Flickr. 
Anyone care to remind me that I have to go back to London in just over 7 weeks?

I hate moving. My arms are covered in cuts and bruises, because I keep dropping stuff. Somehow, I've also lost the working needle for the socks I've been making. It's vanished, and I can't work out why. 
Only five days to go. This WILL be possible.

I'm moving house in a week and a half, but still most of my belongings are strewn around the floor in my room. Most of my furniture is in storage, except for the bed (which I'm selling), but still around 200 CDs and more books than I know what to do with are sitting around along with clothes from evening dresses to t-shirts and duvet covers. I wish I had the confidence to drive in London, I'd love to just hire a car for a day and do it all myself. 

I can't even knit at the moment, as my hands are killing me. Yup, I know, I should be giving the unnecessary typing a break, eh? I've been beating myself up a bit over getting stupid drunk a couple of times last week and inventing all sorts that could be behind the memory loss, which probably won't help. J kindly suggested yesterday that I should try not worrying, and see if anything gets worse. To be honest, looking over the past few summer party seasons, maybe I should just try to know when to stop!

Happy Birthday to suzylou
I hope it's fantastic, and that you're spoiled rotten.

I've really enjoyed using my sister's Mac this week. Maybe I want one...

Can anyone cheer me up, as I went to bed in an unnecessary rage last night and still haven't snapped out of it. Matthew is whinging that he has a headache, and won't get up from his bed of the two settees pushed together so I am typing this while wedged in the corner. Pictures of cute things, jokes, gossip - anything will help.

Finished my baby cardie for Baby A. It's the baby bolero from "One Skein"