Can’t talk, knitting.

Frantically knitting.
(And sewing and weaving in ends. Oh why does it take so long to weave in ends?)


After the chaos of the last few weeks, the new deadline for finishing the vest that was intended for my mother’s birthday last year, an effort I had been putting off, thinking I had plenty of time, has once again passed me by without any manifestation of a finished object. Being mired in a morass of work deadlines and meetings and wedding planning this week also hasn’t helped matters one iota. So, given that Mom’s visiting tomorrow, there’s some frenzied needle action ensuing here in the wee hours.
Procrastination? My middle name.