1. I fail at keeping up with things. Hence the ridiculously long time since my last post.
2. I'm cheating on Austen and Gaiman with Pratchett.
and c. what in the name of Merlin's pants does one knit/crochet in the summer.
I know, there's so many things. But summer. Summer. I feel weird burred under balls of wool while I stick to my sofa.
No more hats till fall. I swear.