So, here I am, trying to knit a little on my day off while I watch some BBC drama. (Call the Midwife, if you were wondering, which has both babies AND lovely knitwear.)
I got up to take my quiche out of the oven, and pop back down onto the sofa… and I head a CRACK.
I KNOW I’m not fat enough to break the couch (yet) so I get up, turn around… and I’ve sat on my needles. My lovely rosewood needles that I got in after a wonderful lunch at my favorite crepe restaurant.
They’re not going to be repaired, and I’m not going to have the money to go off buying rosewood needles anytime soon… so Dan’s socks will have to go even slower. Frustrating for both of us. He, because he wants his socks, and I because I wanted to finish these and start another pair by the end of the month when I go to Ireland for work.