Shame on me. . .kind of.

I'm smug. Smug, happy and frightened.

I've finally gotten my invite from Ravelry and started my account.

Now I have to fill all those pages with info and facts about my knitting (and crochet bits).

It's going to be fun.
I hope. *grin*.

I'm off to type.

Night.

Well, well, well. . .

I've been knitting every day so far this month.
Knitting little cotton squares in lace or using inartasia (sp?). For the past couple days it's only been one or two, but so far this month, I've managed to knit over 75 little squares of different patterns and colours.

I've also gone and signed up for my first internet knit-a-long group. I think it was because I kept reading journals where the writers were knitting these wonderful things and I wanted to know what it was like.
Anyway, the knit-a-long is "The Secret of the Stole" based at Yahoo groups.
I've got needles, the beads and the yarn.

I'm out of my mind.

I'll either fail, sputtering by the side of the road, my knitting sitting forlornly in a heap, beads scattered underneath, or, I'll be at the end of it squealing, with a blocked stole proudly pictured prettily on this journal.

Let's see what happens.

I'm off to knit a square.

Night.

Just sticking some words in as a light-hearted relaxation from Evolution homework - the last of the semester. Exam at the beginning of October.
Been knitting a few squares for the blanket and taken a brief break from the silk wrap in order to concentrate on the purple wool wrap.

Brain hurts. Since I rarely get headaches, I think I need to go to bed.

Night.