Well, that was March

I truly did plan to start blogging regularly again, but March got away on me. We had a fairly horrific month with hideous, harrowing, family dramas - and because they involved other family members and their children I can't blog about any of it. The permanency of the internet scares me now and then - and while I'm okay with my own drivel remaining for eternity, and I'm a mean enough mother to not really care that my kids may be embarrassed in their teen years, there has to be a line hey?

On the up side, we have a new computer (cue cartwheels, popping of champagne corks and general merriment). It's not really new - it's second hand from some corporate who are upgrading - but it's new to us and, most importantly, it has a functioning internal fan.

Other uppish things this month included my first (and second) ever visit to knit rangers who are just a fabulous bunch of people. And there's photographic proof here! (Proof I was there - not proof they're fabulous - you'll just have to trust me on the fabulous part.)

And I have been knitting...

I finished the acrylic lace thing. Katie keeps calling it her shrag (shrug not having been part of her vocabulary up till now), and you know, it's strangely right:

(If you're paying attention, you'll notice she still hasn't outgrown the self-administered haircut trend.)

Then I took the girls to Wellington for Easter and decided that the three (!) sweaters I'm working on were too bulky so I bought some Magic Garden wool and splashed out on a set of Ashford bamboo dpns and voila - my third ever sock!

The foot inside the sock also belongs to Katie, which is why I was able to knock a whole sock off in three days - she has big feet for a five year old, but they're damn small compared to mine! Don't look too closely at the sock - I got so excited that I'd reached the end that I did a bad thing - I had no wool needle with me to do the grafting so I did a three needle cast off. Hmmm...

The three sweaters are the Sunrise Circle (which hasn't actually been touched apart from when I dumped it on the floor to photograph it); a little woolly jumper for a six-month old boy I know; and a sweater for Jess in Paton's Jet (wool/alpaca) which was coming along fine until the girls removed the needles to play Robin Hood - and I have to say, I was so happy that they weren't being fairies or princesses or mermaids that I didn't even growl - in fact I helped to make the bow (the needles were the arrows).

And now the second sock is calling...