Geez, you guys, you commenty types, know how to lend a virtual, internetty shoulder. Geez, you’re EXCELLENT. The throat-scream-thing is much, much better. Kate’s undies comment was of particular therapeutic help.
The DSLR camera is at the doctors and I am Lost Without It. Pics on this post and for the foreseeable eon are courtesy of the phone. You’ll note there’s also a concealing Photoshop blur, because I’m back in the confessional.
You know that other blanket? The one that took a bazillion years from go to very woe? The one that prompted the WOOHOO! after I finally finished the sucker?
Well, I started to think about some imminent camping holidaying, you see. There’s an unprecedented need for serious, long-haul car craft (between the throwing of parenting bribery-and-corruption snakes out windows). Perhaps I’ll say it fast:
Totally Attic 24 inspired. Totally not my usual colour tendency. Totally expected to be the stand-in, slow-burn, crafty project – all the way through to 2016, (probably 2018 since the Mr reckons it should be double bed sized). Totally requiring extra freelance work, purely to maintain yarn supply. Totally a big, double bed-sized, bad idea.
Less ends to weave in and whinge about but totally feeling the need to apologise to everyone in advance.
(so, so sorry).