My head hurts

A lot.

But first, thank you SO MUCH for your lovely comments on the PotW. Each one made me ridiculously happy, and it's always nice to hear from friends, old and new.

I've had loads of knitting time since the last post, and quite frankly, the stole should have been finished a long time ago, but there's a project at work that is hanging over me like a heavy, dark cloud and knitting, reading, any activity that doesn't bring me closer to the end of the project just fills me with dreadful guilt. Absurd, I know. [What's even more absurd, is that I've procrastinated so much on this project, that there's not much progress there either, so lose/lose all round really.]

Anyway, I've turned three corners and am about halfway down the last side. No pictures, since it doesn't look much different from the last time, but there have been many PotWs finished in blogland in recent weeks, and since a number of knitelly's visitors come via a PotW search, I'd like to point you to these beautiful examples at Tangled Creations, PoMo Golightly, Omly Crafts, Posh Yarn [scroll down to June 7th] and DropOne, who's already started another one!

Clearly, at some point, I managed to suppress the guilt long enough to give the old blog a bit of a clean and a slap of paint. I've wanting to update it since Tarilyn added her daisies and made it look so easy. There's still some html tinkering to do, but I think it looks less oppressive now.

As if not being able to knit with a clear conscience isn't bad enough, I've also missed a few I Knit London meets. I went a couple of weeks ago to the meet at the Crown and Two Chairman, where not a lot of knitting went on, but it was nice to chat and catch up on the news. And last night I made it to Men Who Knit night at the shop. Some of us then went to the pub, where I drank an obscene amount of wine. With only nuts for dinner (but they were goooood nuts). Boys, I'm so sorry if I was loud and awful last night, but I did really have a good time. Which brings me to my hurty head, and if it ever stops raining, I might take the Yarn Harlot and my sorry backside out for a gentle walk.