My week has been long. My life could be far better. At least I managed to get my sweater finished, and that godforsaken piece of crap moebius! Why do I torture myself with such projects? If I ever find my rotten arse camera again I'll have to take pics and try to get them online. I've been struggling a lot with my health. Maybe I'm just in really bad shape and a whiner. That's probably what is. Blah! I haven't really written anything in months. I'm trying to retrain my journaling habit. So far its going okay on paper but here on the net i'm failing. Shite happens. I've still got 2 shawls on needles. My gossamer lace calls to me. I'm trying to get everything else done so I can settle into the magick of the pattern and not be bothered by unfinished items. The Peacock shawl quietly sits in its box. It seems to be just waiting for the right time to start calling out. I'm sure it will be a wicked task mistress when it finally decides it's tired of waiting.