I seem to have contracted Man-Flu. I have caught Rob's cold and my head is disgusting.
Appropriately, I have been making a Bag-That-Must-Not-Be-Named. I appreciate that I am going to come in for some criticism from certain quarters for making this item, but I've had plans to make one for so long that just because lots of other people have made way, way too many of them isn't going to stop me now. So I am asserting my individuality by not listening to people (who probably do know best) and going along with the crowd. Besides, I've bought the yarn and everything.
Knitting on circs is fun, totally mindless and I got to try out the Russian Join.
Join about to be knitted.
Join having been knitted in. It's barely noticeable as the Kureyon yarn changes in thickness anyway.
Notice, if you will, Pud on the sofa in the back ground. Looks as though she's been there for hours, but no, the little minx only got up there the second after I'd stood up to fetch my camera. That's vermin for you.