28 February 2009

Yarn Embargo

The husband is home for a few short weeks between assignments.

We decided to take this unexpected opportunity to make some long-overdue changes to the house.

For various reasons, it's a rather dovetailed process; one room has to be finished and cleared so that the next can be started.

It's also a process best served by having the rooms organized to move, rather than moved and then organized since I'd like the next room to be started almost immediately.

So today, while the husband looked after the fur-babies, I spent three-plus hours in our makeshift bedroom and finally finished stashing (though not photographing) my two drawers of yarn onto Ravelry.

Two drawers.

Two drawers of yarn may not seem like much, but, in stashing them, I discovered just how much yarn I have simply sitting in a drawer. Just sitting there! I also realized that I have a relatively large number of projects queued that I haven't started and that made me realize that I've been knitting for 3 and a half years and I have all of 19 projects to show for it and - I'll be honest with you - I really haven't knit many more projects than that because there are only three completed projects (the Hateful Sweater, krafty koala's Woolfest bunting and a fun-fur scarf) that aren't listed on my Projects page.

What in the hell have I been doing?! That is entirely too much yarn for the amount of knitting that I do or, rather, have done. Entirely too much.

So I made a decision: I am not allowed to purchase any more yarn for the foreseeable future. I need to knit projects from my queue and I need to use the yarn I have. If yarn comes my way by some other means, I will not hesitate to abscond with it, but my purchasing days (at least for awhile) are at an end.

I don't know how I'm going to do it...

More Good News and Bad News

The bad news: the jeans I was wearing smell like wee.

The good news: It wasn't my wee.

Well, not all of it.

It belonged to our loverly new puppy. Yes, folks, she's finally here.

Introducing Milo's little sister, Roxie:

Let the girly "sqeeee" noises begin. You may opt for the more manly "awww" if that makes you feel more comfortable.

Believe it or not, they are not only the same breed, but they are of the same parentage. Yup, same mom, same dad. Crazy, huh?

She's 20 weeks old and much shyer than Milo was when we got him, but she's already napped with the cat and tried to eat her weight in kibble at every meal.

Good times.

10 February 2009

Licenced to Drive

After several long months and one very nerve-wracking drive, I am licenced to drive on a full UK driving licence (not a mere provisional one!).

It's about bloody time.

I know that's not me and it's not a UK licence, but the picture was just too good to pass up.