Bless me father for I have sinned

It has been 3 weeks since my last post! 3 weeks!

I'm sure I've managed to successfully shed any and all readers at this stage. If there's anyone out there still hanging on, I applaud you. I also offer yarn (more on that later. Oh, the things I do to keep people hooked!)

On returning from NYC, which was a total blast, I tried to upload some bloggy goodness. The weather did not cooperate though, and was so cold that the contacts in the camera didn't meet those in the batteries! The camera now lives in the living room, which is many degrees warmer than the spare room/home office.

The house I live in is a red brick, mid-terrace 2 story, which was built in between World Wars one and two. It's not a big house, and though I realise that families with many children were raised in houses just like this, it seems hard to believe at times. The building has been added to, which gives us the teeniest kitchen in the world, and a bathroom. The back yard is the size of a large envelope, and would originally have been just for outhouse space and a washing line.

As I move from one rented property to another, I always find myself playing a game of "if I owned this house". Some places, I'd have put in soundproofing, or a back garden that wasn't just concrete, or killed the neighbours, but in this place, the magic word is insulation.

I don't think there actually is any, at present.
Certainly not in the built-on bit. If we go to bed and forget to close the bathroom or kitchen doors properly, we can see our breath in the morning.

On the plus side, we're not really bothered by bugs - we've never seen a moth - as they'd prefer to take their chances next door.

Erm....so yeah. Cold house is not good for electronics. Hence no photos. Hence my laziness slight apathy towards blogging.

To be honest, the thing that I've been doing most since I got back is wishing that I was in New York. I could really picture myself living there. In fact, about 6 years ago when I broke up with the big bad ex, I was all ready to get my paperwork together and apply for a greencard. I procrastinated for a year, to see if I could do more drama stuff here, ended up teaching theatre for 2 years, and then met a nice boy.

Ok, this post has to win the award for most rambly evah! (tm)

This possibly has something to do with the fact that I'm getting married in 8 weeks, 4 of my friends have announced that they're all going to give birth over the summer, and I'm facing the possibility of yet another move of house. It makes me far too sentimental, or thinky. Yes, thinky is a made-up word, but a rather good one. It's not as deep or impressive as pensive but it gets the point across nicely.

...and the blonde rambles forth.

I have been doing some knitting, in the course of all of this. I got not one stitch done on my trip, but I did manage to aquire some truly delicious stash - of which there will be photos later.
I skipped most of the big yarn stores, as I was so impressed in just two of them that I blew my yarn budget for.....well, I don't know how long, but I may not be buying any more this side of summer!

My first BM shawly stoley thing is finished. Not blocked, but at least it's off the needles. The second one has been started, and I'm still on my first ball of laceweight! At this rate, I'll have two balls left over, so I have to figure out something pretty to make for myself. After the wedding. After the wedding...

I'm running up some bootees for a friend who's about to pop out twins as some mid-shawl brain candy. They take no time, and are all garter stitch, which is the perfect foil to lace. I feel like I'm cheating by making them out of stash ack-rylik, but I figure that she'll appreciate the ability to throw them in the washer and dryer when she's got two to look after.

Still haven't finished the moss stitch cardigan.

Everything else is on a back burner til the shawls get finished. I should be casting off the second one at the weekend, but I guarantee that I'll still be running around at the last minute to get them done, for I do hate blocking lace. I'm seriously thinking of splashing out on some blocking wires to help me through things.

This might be a good place to stop for today, lest I keep babbling incoherently.