I've put myself in the dog-house this evening because, having promised to make it to a friend's barbecue (and bumping into her in Tesco's on the morning of said barbecue, when she reminded me), I, in inimitable Piglet style, managed to a) get the time of the event wrong, and b) sleep through the whole thing.

I have no right to call myself a grown-up.

Sara, I'm extremely sorry, I hope you had a great time.

Here's some pictures of something I made.




With many thanks to my wonderful photographer, Hiding Pup, and lovely model Susoolu.

The skirt works!

Hurrah and hurrah!

I did a stretchy (icelandic? - the slip back and knit again thingy) bind-off which has given it a weirdly funky, fluted kind of effect at the bottom. It's slightly too big at the waistband but I think it'll be ok for two-days-before-period-bloated-like-a-whale moments. And the rest of the time I'll just pretend like skirts that are nearly falling off are just really where it's at right now.

Happy happy, despite being ill with nasty chest thing which makes me sound like an eighty year old with emphysema doing aerobics. I collapse every time I walk up a flight of stairs. People point and laugh.

I spent a fun week down in Kent with the infamous cousins whilst their parents were away on holiday. Had a giggle driving my aunt's 15-year-old Seat to Bluewater (looks like a tank as well as steering like one, the locks don't work and requires 4th gear at 25mph). Once there indulged in L's favourite sport - eating pizza whilst being indescribably cruel about passing strangers' outfits. Also tried on some truly horrendous outfits ourselves - including a strapless velour all-in-one with elasticated ankles at H&M. L refused to come out of the cubicle in hers, but both she and A had a good laugh at me looking like Andy Pandy.

Nothing exciting on the knitting front, I'm redoing a skirt which I buggered up the first time, but have a feeling it's going to a disaster again. Maybe I'm just not a skirt person. Or perhaps I ought to consult a pattern. That's what you get for trying to be clever.

Mom's birthday tomorrow, so I'll finally be able to post the pictures of the shawl I made her months ago.