I am NOT shetland wool!

Woke up freezing at 4am this morning. J painted the new cupboards in the study last night and the fumes were so bad we left lots of windows open. Unfortunately, the temperature dropped dramatically overnight and it felt like winter in our bedroom - so bad I got up and found some winter pyjamas, waking J up in the process. Then I couldn't get back to sleep so I dug my booklight out and ploughed through Angels and Demons. I was sure I'd read it before. Must be getting Alzheimer's. I've got Needled to Death next in my book pile - a knitting mystery. I love my booklight; there are times when it feels like a life saver, well, sanity saver. My sleep patterns are messed up due to the fibro. I used to think I was mad, but after my diagnosis I started to accept it and try to manage it the best I can.

I've been playing around with a couple of yarns from the stash. I have some fingering weight silk and angora in cream and some Garnstudio Silke Tweed in a brown that looked nice in the shop, but shouldn't go anywhere near my skin. They are proving difficult to find something to knit into. This time it's not just a colour problem (as it was with the beige blob), because I love the texture of both individually and they are nice plied together. Maybe an Elsbeth Lavold vest with celtic cabling?



Sometimes I give into temptation and take blog quizes. You would think that I would have learned more from all those teenage years spent working through Cosmopolitan magazine personality quizes, but, apparently, I am Shetland Wool. I'm a bit disappointed as I was hoping for alpaca or angora or cashmere - you get the picture. I don't hate Shetland, I just find it a bit scratchy and itchy.


You are Shetland Wool. You are a traditional sort who can sometimes be a little on the harsh side. Though you look delicate you are tough as nails and prone to intricacies. Despite your acerbic ways you are widely respected and even revered.
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I found this quiz on Elizabeth's blog. Her plant photos make me so jealous, but I'm planning to use them to justify my campaign for a new, better camera.

In the meantime, I nipped out today to see what was happening in the garden. This grass (Stipa Heavy Metal, I think) has just burst into flower. I love grasses; they're such great value in terms of filling spaces, movement and sound.



We're also trying toremember what these are. We gota lot of summer flowering bulbs in a mixed bag last year and just put them in to see what came up. J loves a bargain. Pretty, too.