I will make no excuses, except to say that in the past I had a job that required me to be in front of a computer for hours on end, and that I have not had that job for some time. (*Good* thing.)
Decided to take some time to figure out what I wanted to do when I grew up (though that moment *must* be long since past, mustn't it?), I further decided that for a while I would do nothing that I did not wish to do while I was doing it, but that I would definately make the effort to keep blogging, as I enjoyed it so well.
Well!
During the first week of the new regime, I was so busy with other things, and being not constantly in front of a computer, no blogging.
And somehow, what with this and that . . . the ill-advised purchase of a Playstation 2 (TOOL OF THE DEVIL!), Harry Potter (last opportunity to fully enjoy the first six before embarking on the last), Big Love (who knew?), Jane Austen, traveling, new computer that I *cannot* understand, and who recalls what else . . .
After a while, what can I say, but most times I forgot I had a blog at all.
Well you may wonder.
When I was knitting, I did think about it quite a lot, missed it and you, and as I finished projects and started new ones, I mentally composed many and long blog entries. Which, as you know, were never posted.
EZ insists that one may read and knit at the same time (which may be true if one's book lays flat), but I am near certain that *I* at least cannot simultaneously knit and blog.
&c.
But something happened yesterday that determined me finally to write.
Unfortunately, I can't seem to get a good photo of the whole of it. Bigger than I expected.
Also in the way of an update, St. Brigid is long since finished:
Not sure I like the collar, but I'll have to wear it a few times to figure that out, and it is far too hot for wool just now.
Oh, and Posy, too, finally:
Definately wearable, although not as I imagined. I should not have cut out all those inches -- she would not have been too short after all. Contemporary pants styles are so low cut! Not that I have a problem baring my midriff in appropriate circumstances, but between the lacey holes and the missing inches, the poor girl is not suited for, er, respectable work. I still like her, though. She's cheeky.
So, so much more, but probably the first entry back should endeavour to not overwhelm either the writer or the reader (assuming any remain!), for fear that there shall never be another.
Cheers!
Labels: Finished 2007, Lizard Ridge, posy, St. Brigid