I'm feeling poorly today. I have a sore head and a sore stomach. I'm not about to die anytime soon, I'm sure, but I am certainly feeling sorry for myself. The trouble is that nobody else is giving me any sympathy at all.
It is indeed fortunate that I was able to collect my wool order on the weekend in the way to Geelong, because I have made myself a nest on the sofa by the fire and I've been working on this. Sigh. It is so satisfying. Cuddly too.
I bought these on the weekend as well. Aren't they just the most beautiful knitting needles you've ever seen?