Moving on emotionally

from mittens, honestly.

Cthulu is in a story by H P Lovecraft, I have to say, it is not very scary, and I am very easily scared. George Osborne? Chancellor? Nooooooo! See

Just as soon as I've finished these ones. (Partner thinks they're for him and I've told him more than once, no, they're too small. So he tells me what tiny hands he has, we compare, and his fingers are literally twice the width of mine. Sorry Partner, you may have short hands but they are wide and I am not letting you near my Cthulu mittens).

I am now going to go and make a start winding the wool for my City Stole. Have I told you how much I hate winding wool? I really really do. Do you know what annoys me? I think they sell it unwound to make it look prettier and then I, who am a rabid and unlikeable Yarn Utilitarian who cares nothing for prettiness and thus it is wasted on me, have to sit winding it round my knees grinding my teeth and thinking of all the other things I could be doing, like eating carrot cake or pulling up a nettle. I don't mind if it's a small indie person selling it in hanks, because if you're dyeing it or spinning it yourself I can see that might be easier selling it this way than balling it all up, but this is KnitPicks. Can they not afford a machine? Anyway I will go and make a start and I will not annoy myself sitting thinking about it. In the meantime, have you seen this blog/ site thing? She finds free patterns and links to them, and there are some really nice ones on there (I like to leave you with something positive! ;-) ).