It's all a bit challenging and dismal at the moment, after such a promising period. Things have deteriorated and I am very tired and sad.
This is the shawl I began when Dad was in hospital. I bought the yarn on an emergency trip to Mum's local op shop, telling myself it was lovely rustic grey old fashioned scratchy yarn and it would wrap and comfort and be a metaphor y'know. Turns out it's nasty acrylic, and it is a metaphor after all.