not a hoot

Well, it turns out I am really rather ill. So ill that I am unable to do much of anything at all, and certainly not travel down to The Knitting and Stitching Show in Harrogate which I’ve been looking forward to for months. This is incredibly galling. But I am focusing on getting well. And on the good things that are happening here.

brewing

Tom made a pale ale — the first brewing he’s been able to do since he injured his hand. There shall be beer for Christmas!

hoot

And then there is this. What is it? Well, it is what restored my knitting mojo; shall soon be worn by me; and is a veritable beacon of foolish happiness in the glum fog of sickness. It is closely related to — and inspired by — Liz’s and Mandy’s projects, and is graced by sixteen of my very favourite beasties which, depending on your range of reference you may associate with Minerva, with Harry Potter, or with Sheffield Wednesday FC. Soon, all shall be revealed. Hoot hoot.

happyowls