Sunday, November 06, 2005

Sheep

You Are A: Lamb!

lambPeaceful and gentle, lambs have been used in religious imagery for millennia. Lambs are baby sheep, an animal tended by shephards since the dawn of history. As a lamb, you tend to stay together in a flock and graze on grassy land. Lambs don't mind being led and tend not to go off on their own.

You were almost a: Groundhog or a Bunny
You are least like a: Bear Cub or a DuckWhat Cute Animal Are You?


I'm very happy to be a lamb as, when I grow up, I'll have loads of wool to knit with!

The new Knitcast is up, it's an interview with the organiser of the Knitting and Stitching Show at Alexandra Palace. Makes me wish Harrogate was even sooner than it is!
There is also a new podcast, called Cast-On. It's hilarious, very different to Knitcast. The first episode has some music to knit to and a painful story about a felting disaster!

Have also just listened to the Food Programme on Radio 4. Yummy yummy episode all about traditional British puddings - steamed sponge etc. Oooh I feel all hungry now.

On the knitting front: some progress but no pics as once again the lack of light caught me out. Oops. Anyway, everything's just a little bit further on from last time, so the pictures wouldn't be particularly exciting/interesting.
  • Broadripple socks - just turned the heel on sock 1 and having serious paranoia about whether it'll fit.
  • Regia 6ply baby jumper - back and front now complete and am halfway through the first sleeve.
  • Misty Garden scarf - is getting longer but is really BORING to knit. Still on the first ball, so have a ball and a half to go...
Does anyone else find that, when they're on the blob, so to speak, they go all ditsy and can't think coherently anymore? I mean I don't think that coherently normally, but my brain has just been going in little circles all weekend! I'd always assumed it was because I was rattling around full of painkillers but, thanks to the magic magnet, I haven't had any. And I'm still spaced out! Maybe more knitting is the answer?

Next week is totally loopy, involving working in Yorkshire, Lincolnshire, Derbyshire and London! Fun! So I'm not sure how much knitting or blog posting will get done. :-(

5 comments:

Anne said...

My brain (what little there is left) fries completely when I'm on the blob. And I find I can't judge distances either - I'm forever walking into doorframes :-( Did you find the magic magnet any good?

Mmm - steamed puddings...

Can't wait to see Noah's jumper complete - the colours are gorgeous.

Mary Anne said...

Katie,
thanks for the link to What Animal Are You? I'm a lamb also! I knew there was a reason I like wool :)

On the Blob - I used to experience the same phenomena - walking into stuff, unable to concentrate, not hearing things properly, etc. I think it's more normal than you realize.

I hope your travels go well this week.

happyspider said...

yup, there is a definite link between blob and weird behaviour.
one loses the ability to
a) differentiate between insult and compliment
b) eat anything but chocolate
c) not dissolve into tears at.. everything
d) think. at all. total vague blob fog ensues.
take my advice and knit St st for therapy (anything else and when you're de-blobbed you'll see all the mistakes).

Jess said...

I never know when my time is, but I realise afterwards that... OMG, no wonder I couldn't decide what to wear, say, do (add lots of etceteras) yesterday. Oh, and happyspider says - unable to tell the difference between an insult and a compliment... too true.

Right, I am off to find out my inner animal.

Nic said...

Well I'd never noticed that I was doppy when on the blob, (My other half charmingly calls it surfing)but now I'm going to have to see if its true and I'm really like that but don't notice throigh sheer exhaustion and grumpyness.
Just read your post that you linked to. We leave tea to mash in our part of Lincolnshire ;oP Furthur north than you though (Louth).
I really want to see Noahs jumper but its going to be hard to resist starting one for Lucy or Jack when I see yours in all its glory.