Still don't have much to say, so here's some yarn to keep the blog warm.
This little beauty is a 100g skein of sock yarn, hand dyed by yours truly with
What else? Let's see ...
I thought yesterday how handy it is working at a university. I had decided I wanted to read Helen Garner's new book The Spare Room so put it on hold at my local library, only to find I was number 80 on the holds list. So yesterday at work I took a brief break from the scintillating kind of work I do and trotted along the corridor (and around the corner and along the next hall and down a flight of stairs and across an external walkway and up another flight of stairs don't you love campuses that have been added to over and over throughout the years and let's not even talk about sympathetic architectural styles) and plucked it off the shelf, all brand new and never before opened. (Because students don't read, clearly).
I had my hair cut and coloured today. Blonde. Bobbed. Well, kind of, in both cases. (More blonde highlights to break up the grey and apparently 'bobbed' like Posh Spice although I'll have to take that as read as I wouldn't have a clue). (I am married to a soccer player too however, so it's appropriate I spose).
I pick up my new glasses next week, and hopefully my new car within the next month. I will be a new woman. Watch the tea towels fly.
And now I must run. Tomorrow morning I have a crack o'dawn meeting on the other side of town, followed by a full day of work followed immediately by a long drive Up The Country (singing the Not Drowning Waving song all the way) to the Bendigo Sheep and Wool Show and a weekend of crafting and knitting with the regular craft retreat gang. To this end, I must now bake a cake, make a batch of Nigella's muesli bars, raid the wine rack, pack, pack up the car and download the tax office's new software (unrelated, but necessary).