I am not knitting Thing A at the moment, lovely though it is. I know that I'll pay for this later - knitting 'til midnight, knitting the next morning whilst the coffee brews, knitting while the water runs hot for the shower - knitting every spare second basically - but I have no choice. It is not my fault, it is all down to Rowan. More specifically, Rowan's pattern for Edmund the Bunny.
I could not resist. (Picture blatantly pinched from the Rowan website.)
I have one ball of wool left over from the Apple Tree Blanket. (More about that later.) I had intended to make a little soft toy to go with the blanket, if there was enough wool - and there is - but I had overlooked the possibility that there might not be enough time. Our new little neighbour arrived a couple of days ago, some weeks early, and there was a lot of frantic last minute knitting to get the blanket finished. Anyway - Edmund the Bunny is on the needles right now, and I hope he will be finished soon, because I really should be knitting Thing A.
And on that subject, a couple of things. Please don't imagine for one minute that when I said people were admiring the pattern, that I was passing the written pattern around the hospital waiting room. No. They were admiring the fabric - the pattern of the fabric.
Also, when I say that I dropped my knitting in my handbag - there was a bit more to it than that. I didn't just grab the needles and yarn and drop it all in the handbag. When I am knitting for other people, I do take great care of the work - it isn't mine, after all. I keep it in a resealable plastic bag, together with a soft clean cloth that goes over my lap, and in which the project is wrapped. What I picked up and dropped in my handbag - and yes, it is a nice capacious bag - was the resealable bag with the knitting inside, wrapped in a cloth.
And no, the reference to the size of my handbag is not necessarily a reference to the size of Thing A. After all, my husband says that I have the kitchen sink in there somewhere....