Still got the migraine off and on. I think it's due to a combination of sinus and not sleeping well. (For some reason, interrupted sleep triggers major migraines for me, and of course there's the cause/effect deal where the migraine messes with my sleep, which makes the migraine worse, which makes my ability to sleep worse, which makes the...)
Anyway. Started on the last section of the chart for the doily. I think I'm going to offer an English version without the charts for anyone who wants it. Once you know what the chart symbols mean, it's pretty easy. I'm also gearing up to order 2,000 yards of black silk to knit what is, essentially, a giant square doily with beads, for a shawl for my mother-in-law for Christmas. (Is it a shrub, or a small tree?) Of course now I also have the urge to knit every new lace pattern I got (there are about thirty) so who knows what in hell's going on around here. Craziness is a pretty sure bet, whatever the details are.
Still knitting felted bowls for a swap with a friend; she sent me a stack of books. I was gonna send one bowl, but when I saw the huge pile of books she sent, well, I'm going to make a few more. Possibly with needle-felted accents, depending on my insanity levels. (They're pretty high right now.)
Uh... Oh. I had this probably hare-brained idea (hair brained? whatever) of pursuing other relaxing hobbies as an alternative to taking tranquilizers. This has led to me pricing oboes on eBay. And to my shock I've found I can afford one. Back in the dawn of my life, I was an oboe player for several (six?) years; since I can't play the piano any more due to the busted hand, I'm thinking about alternatives, and the oboe might work. Especially if I prop it on something. I mentioned this to the husbeast, who was alternately amused and intrigued. He comes from a hugely musical family, so the concept of playing an instrument for fun works fine for him. He's not sure about the 'sounding like a lame duck' aspect of re-learning the oboe, though.
And one last question. For the spinners out there... I spun about 150 yards of worsted-weight (uh, 5-ply? 8-ply? for you Aussies) two-ply yarn in about four hours yesterday. Um. Is that fast? Slow? Doesn't really matter, I'm just curious.
And since there aren't photos of anything else, here you go.
Gearing up for the Vogue Knitting review. Hopefully tonight. And I'm going to be fooling around with the sidebar and header some more.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got another bowl to knit.