Running with needles

You'll have to excuse my poor photos today - we left our digi camera in a car that has gone off to be serviced. Clever we are. So I have to make do with the stunning quality of my mobile phone.

I sent the slippers though in the front loader today - front loaders rule.
They fit like a DREAM, I now have them drying stuffed with plastic bags to get a bit of shape into them.



I love em, and hope that I can get some wear out of them before we hit a few more 28C days.

I'm making good progress on the shrug, although it's looking decidedly purple in this shot (thanks mobile camera!). I reckon I'm about halfway across the back. I keep having to frog it though cause my mind starts to wander and then somehow I have 58 sts instead of 59...




Tomorrow I'm off to Celia's for a morning of spinning and, as my husband suspects, gasbagging (to the foreigners reading this, 'gasbagging' is a lovely slang term for chatting. We aussies love our slang). Meeting a fellow knitter is always fun and I don't get to do it very often. I hope I can come home with something less resembling cat barf and closer to resembling something I can actually use.

Then in the afternoon I have an appointment that always fills me with terror.

I am seeing a New Hairdresser.

You see, I have curly hair. When it's in good condition it resembles Nicole Kidman's. Currently it is NOT in good condition and it resembles split ended string. I don't know how it has gotten like this, after my last haircut from another New Hairdresser (we'll call this one The Hairdresser Who Kills Curls) it was in the worst state it's ever been in. I don't know what she did, but it was BAD. So I'm off to a hairdresser that comes highly recommended for curly hair - fingers crossed he does something spectacular with the mess on my head.

And here is something you don't like to see - for the saftey of your child, OR your bamboo straights...



Thankfully there was no running, but alot of bashing said bamboo's against anything hard.