I’ve got so many wonderful colourways to show you this week, I thought I’d better start early. Today, a rainbow of colours:

More yarn previews tomorrow!

A message to the universe:

Do you think it’s really fair that I should have caught another cold, my second one in a month? Don’t you know that I have a lot to do this week, since I’m going away from Thursday to Sunday? Couldn’t you have given my cold to someone more deserving, like the charming boy racer who drove behind me yesterday revving up his engine, with his car practically touching my bumper? 

I’ll tell you what. I’ll go back to bed with a bar of Belgian chocolate and a nice whodunnit, and you see if you can arrange things a bit better, so that when I get up next, I feel like a human being again instead of a walking ball of Kleenex. Deal? Deal. 

Anyone feeling hungry? You will be after this…..

Fat Daddy Cupcakes

Lemon Thyme Shortbread

Custom Spice Kit

Made in Heaven Cupcakes 

Orange & Almond Cake (gluten free)

Jam of the Month Club

Mini Pavlovas

Tuscan Gourmet Pizza Mix

Rhubarb & Ginger Jam

White Chocolate Raspberry Mini Cake

Mmm, delicious. On that happy note, have a wonderful weekend, my sweets!

I cannot for the life of me understand knitters who only have one project at a time on the go. It’s as disturbing as when you are in a restaurant, anticipating a glorious meal, and then you catch a glimpse of your chef through the swing doors of the kitchen, and the chef is skinny. I tend to draw the same conclusion for the skinny chef as I do for the one-project knitters: either you have abnormally good self control to help you resist temptation, or you need to find a new job/hobby, because you must not love, really love, what you do.

(Of course, this is me being terribly judgmental again. No doubt there are skinny chefs who love their food, and just - damn them - have amazing metabolisms. And no doubt some of you reading this are one project knitters, and are already feeling cross at me for my arbitrary conclusions. I don’t know what to say - I’m feeling all feisty this week. Just know that I love all knitters, even the ones who don’t have half finished projects spilling out all over the shop.)

I made peace with my inability to stick to one project at a time a long time ago. Of course, to begin with, I fooled myself. I reasoned that it was perfectly acceptable to have several projects on the go as long as they had different themes, different purposes. You know, a sweater for evening knitting, and a sock for in the car, and a shawl for when I’m feeling clever, and so on. But recently I’ve lapsed beyond even those imaginary boundaries, and I’m okay with it. I have 4 shawls on the go. Two pairs of socks. Two cardigans. And it’s fine, because now I have a really solid reason for my flibbertigibbetness: I have Multiple Personality Knitters Disorder.

That’s right. Many different knitters exist in my brain, and they all want to knit different things, so I let ‘em. It’s more peaceful this way. One likes knitting fancy schmancy lace. Another likes the challenge of colourwork. One thinks that socks are the only thing worth knitting. And another enjoys knitting simple sweaters.

(Maybe I ought to gather them together for an oldfashioned knitting bee - that way some of these projects might actually get finished. Ha.)

This is why I feel no shame in disclosing to you my latest project - the tangled yoke cardigan from IK Fall 2007. I’m still on the garter rib edging - and by the by, isn’t the wrong side of garter rib pretty? I was thinking of designing a sock in it, until I realised that you can’t have garter rib when it’s knitted in the round. Duh.

I’m knitting it in undyed Amelia saved from last year (it’s our merino/alpaca dk weight). It’s a marriage made in heaven. Even my inner sock knitter approves…… 

It’s a little over six weeks since the new boys came to live with us. And oh my, they are so sweet. They’ve grown a lot since we got them, but they are still small enough to pick both up in one warm furry armful. Squeak (the pale one) is turning into a gawky leggy teenager. He has a certain dignity though. Squeak, on the other hand, is class clown. His legs are remarkably short for a cat, and his belly remarkably round. It makes it very difficult for him to jump onto anything, in fact he has to kind of work his way up to a jump. He is Tony’s favourite, whereas Squeak is mine, but they divide their affection very diplomatically between us both.

Jaffa is a tiny bit better with them now; when he comes in, he tolerates them as long as they don’t get too close to him. He will eat off the same plate as them now, which is progress. I’ve resigned myself that probably he will never fully accept them, which is a shame, but I hope they will all be able to co-exist peacably.

I should take lots more photos of them than I do, but the little things rarely stay still enough to be photographed!! I took loads of shots this morning, but nearly all of them were blurred.