Did I mention that I was knitting a blanket? I'm sure I did. I have despised the last two thirds of the process of knitting a blanket. I don't like the colours, I don't like how it looks, it's not completely straight in parts and that drives my OCD side absolute insane.
Anyway, that blanket is now finished. I still don't like it, but it's finished and that's the main thing, right?
It's really warm but I really do hate the colours, I might have to make another one, when I have a spare three months to do it.
You see, the last post where I waffled on at length about concerts and holidays to LA gave a false impression that I actually get up to exciting things. I don't, I spend my evenings (post-gym) knitting.