…with my time and project management. Having had far too much of a break since Christmas, I’ve had a good look at what I’m supposed to be doing and when, and frankly, dear reader, I have many miles to go.
So I’ve tried to be realistic. The Ravelympics is just not going to happen. I’ve pulled out. I’ve an Evenstar Shawl that’s going to be on 3.25mm needles and silk thread, and a mystery test pattern to knit. Two graduation thank yous, my mother’s bag and my father’s cobblestone. Also, a few bits and pieces for me. Time to really start looking at priority knits there. (Still trying to figure out whether I can knit on international flights between NZ and Australia. Maybe I should just ask at the airport. There’s some valuable knitting time right there.).
Earendil is being a stubborn Mariner and not co-operating in the writing of chapters. I’m thinking of just letting him voyage aimlessly for a while and try catch Beren instead, he may talk. Otherwise I’m in trouble.
The workshop handout is practically in place. I just need to update a few slides and clarify a few points. This will probably take the weekend (when I should be working on Beren’s chapter and/or knitting and watching tennis finals).
And all the while, being conscious that I need to be building up a working wardrobe. So, I’ve bought a few chic dresses and, I’m really sad to admit it, some of those footless tights that I thought would be a fad and just die and haven’t. I hadn’t budged on principle, but, let’s face it: I don’t tan, and I don’t want to tan… and so I’m doing the world a favour and not blinding people while I enjoy wearing dresses and skirts I wouldn’t usually wear. The bit I’m embarrassed about is what took me so long? Possibly the memories of 80’s fashion and bicycle shorts in day-glo colours. Anyway, I’ve been dragged not all that unwillingly into the masses, but it’s not looking too bad. The moment I think about succumbing to pink acid wash denim, however, somebody shoot me.