2 weeks, thirty six balls of wool and one annoyed Norman cat has resulted in a huuuuge, very thick blanket that means I won’t have to turn the central heating on quite yet….hooray!
Even better, it could work as a good disguise – I’ve managed to acquire an infected face and currently look like the elephant woman. The doctor said the tablets he prescribed me (which I am pretty sure, judging by their size, are meant for horses) will mean I look normal-ish by Monday. But for this weekend, I’m worried I may scare people, so if you’re around Bumpkinsville, and see something like this:
For now though, I’m off to snuggle under my lovely warm blanket with a cup of tea and Norman cat to work out what to crochet next. Under normal circumstances, I might not admit to this on a Friday night (I’d do it, just not admit to it…), but I think I’m allowed to tonight – I have a poorly face. Well, that’s my excuse :o)