Oh, well

I had completely forgotten about this. But somehow now that I have decided to quit the cigarettes and take up knitting instead I do for some reason find a need for a place to record my progress - and hopefully not the lack of same. I have for the fourth time started knitting a black sock, later to be paired with a second black sock. Lovely light and soft black alpaca wool. Unfortunately the snotty siamese bad cats also find it lovely light and soft and have unravelled the first three sock-attempts, leaving sad little heaps of black shredded wool and small bits of beautiful ribbing on the living room floor. From now on the to-be-socks sleep in an old cookie jar at night. And I'm still smoking.