Sometimes on Fridays I feel like Wendy and I are the only ones working. Oh, and my husband. I get very few emails unless someone is having an emergency and no one calls so it just feels quiet. But it is often a gift to get some uninterrupted time.
I’ve been slogging away at a pattern that the knitter is waiting for, and I’ve had untold problems figuring it out. I finally got the key to it late yesterday, so now it is just a matter of refining things. By that I mean writing the pattern. But it felt like was a long time coming. It is a super-secret project, and I’ve hardly got any of the yarn, so I’ve had little yarn to swatch with and have to rip out one bit to do another. Not the best way to work.
Wendy taught herself to make charts yesterday, so now I can turn those over to her to fiddle with. We also cleared out a bunch of old paperwork, which is always pretty satisfying and hopefully will help us find homes for some things that have spent much too much time homeless in my office.
Working away until martini time. I like it that I get emails from my local purveyor of liquor on Friday afternoons. We got new yarn today, so of course I’m also dreaming of new things.