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Things I'm not doing

Today is Friday, I should be writing up a Friday Fibre Watch post, but I'm not. (I promise those will be back; I'm expecting next week to see their return.)

Instead, I'm going to tell you about all the things I'm currently not doing in the face of impending weekend and only having a few short hours to get my real job done before needing to pick Youngling up from a thing this afternoon.

 1. I'm not writing this week's Friday Fibre Watch. Episode 5 has plenty of nifty yarny things in it, and I've been stumped by one of them. I've been stumped to the point I've called in the big guns and asked my mother (an avid crocheter) as well as several other friends how they would do a thing to make a particular thing. This will make sense next week when I have it all written up for you. Currently, though, we are not on speaking terms and I'm shunning that item in hopes inspiration will strike and one of us will crack the code.

2. I'm not cleaning the house. As I said, I have a real job to get done today, with deadlines, and dishwashing and vaccuuming is just not a factor in that. It's the end of school holidays, you can imagine what the rug looks like after having a parade of tweens marching in and out of the lounge for the last two weeks. (no one spilled grape juice or coffee, so we're good.)

3. I'm not spinning. It's Tour de Fleece and I haven't managed to spin more than a bobbin and a bit since it started two weeks ago. Do you suppose the people running Tour de France would mind shifting their big event two weeks in either direction so those of us in Australia with kiddos can actually have a hope of joining in? You've got your fun times during the ENTIRETY of school holidays, you realise?

4. I'm not casting on anything new. This one is leaving a particularly bitter taste. I have so many projects I want to play with, and I just found my old knitting journal which means I now have MOAR tings calling my name. Damn yarn sirens (oh crap, I just thought of another project now...) I might be willing to overlook that I've got several projects on the needles in favour of just giving myself this little nicety, but I've run out of empty needles in any size I want to knit with just now, and every time I think about all my WiPs I think about how much meterage for Stash Dash I'm giving up by diverting my attention. I might only be in competition with myself, but it's working.

5. I'm not going to the yarn shop. None of them. It's just too tempting right now. It's July, which means everyone is having their end of season clearout and that means I'd need at least several solid hours of shopping time to grab all the goodies I'd want. I just don't have that kind of time right now, and wont until school is back in session. LYS owners, could you please review #3 above and consider my suggestion of rescheduling? TIA

6. I'm not going to Bendigo this year. For those of you not living in Australia or New Zealand Bendigo is our version of Rhinebeck or EYF. It's the biggest wool and sheep show in the country and again, it always happens at the end of school holidays. We've gone as a family before, and I know I'll get to go again, I think I'm just due for a traveling holiday and that isn't going to happen for a bit longer still, with everything going on for us this year. For those of you going, please post lots of photos and tag them so the rest of us can live vicariously.

Have an excellent weekend. Knit, crochet, weave, spin, drink something tasty, get some sun, and be merry. I'll see you next week, my Fibre Fiends.

P.S. Kristen of Yarngasm has started a blog! Check it out, I've been enjoying it. :o) And don't panic, from her vlog today it doesn't sound like there will be any change to her video series in light of the blog.



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