Spring has sprung…

So I’m still looking for a job. Yeah. I’ve lost count how many job applications I’ve sent out and how much I hate writing cover letters. Here’s hoping something happens soon. But c’est la vie, no?

Since my last post, there has been much happening. Doctor Who on the big screen. Peter Capaldi is awesome. He really was born to be the Doctor. DT will always be my Doctor though. I’m glad I’m able to claim him from all of those who are now firmly entrenched in the 12 camp. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, it’s fine.

My lovely friend Judy-san cam and visited me for a couple of days. It was great to see her. I got a Totoro and some Whovian coasters from this groovy chick. We also went and walked around the Wellington Lux festival with more mad people, including the lovely Senorita Whimsical. We sang at lights and had fun pretending to be zombies with black lights.

Kraken by Anthony Nevin at the Wellington Lux. They were sound sensitive.

Kraken by Anthony Nevin at the Wellington Lux. They were sound sensitive.

After bidding farewell to Judy, I welcomed Becky and the Ram they call Jayne. They were here for Knit August Nights. There was gelato. And Wellington on a Plate, and lost wallets, and tea and cupcakes, and yarn. And that was just a Thursday!

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Friday saw us escape with Amelia Pond up to Napier where more yarn(!) and yarn rainbows, and real rainbows, and crochet, and spinning, and yarn angels, and yarn plotting, and letting me loose running the HRYC, and panic attacks, and escaping, and taking an Art Deco fiend to the Art Deco capital, and pizza, and an amazing leather Dachshund purse happened. Oh, and Daniel Carter at Napier airport.

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Maree did an amazing job of getting KAN together, despite having a million and one things go wrong, so big kudos to her. And it was great to see Becky and Jayne again.

My KAN stash. All so pretty

My KAN stash. All so pretty

I had a little breathing space after KAN, where I smooshed my treasures. The Kingfisher will be socks, and Fawkes may be too, but the Dark Harbour Yarn (in Narwhal and Tentacle – awesome names!) will become an Elfe (when I can afford to splurge on the pattern) (SWS, you are an amazing woman and a fine knitter. Thank you!).

Because then there was a trip to Sydney. I booked it in February in anticipation of a freediving comp that never happened, and logistically, it was cheaper to go than not to. So avoided many of the places I would have gone to if I’d been able to afford it. Still, I was able to shell out a little for some special things: my beloved Lindt Hot Chocolate, an IMAX movie, decent hand-pulled noodle soup, amazing Thai jungle curry. I slipped into Kinokuniya and made some origami flowers, and walked out to Mrs Macquarie’s Chair to finish Michael Lewis’ Flash Boys. It was a stunning Thursday for me to do this. (Friday and Saturday were average, but Sunday…). I went out to Ashfield to watch the Underwater Rugby tournament – the kiwis had 2 teams playing – and caught up with some of the Aussies who remembered me from ODEX last year, and even got to look after the scorebook for a few games (yes, this is something I really enjoy doing. So there.)

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I’ve done a Sydney weekend every year since 2007. It’s almost a reset for me. And as always, it seemed to be a magic ingredient for illumination I was seeking. This time, it came with a tan. And an added dose of patience for this whole job situation. Things are just as bad across the ditch. At least here I know something will come up.

But for now, Ben’s vest is done and steeked and being worn. Alana’s baby blanket is nearly done, and Mazi’s ravello needs some finishing. Then, I can knit for me. I can’t wait to do some selfish knitting. Here’s hoping things start to look up, dear readers, my fingers remain crossed.