I am a bit perturbed to say the least that my hair cut is starting to resemble Brian 'Nobber' Cox.
Yes, he of the shiny smiley floppy haired visage.
In other words I need a bloody haircut asap.
In other news of equal banality I have just ordered some of this:
A twinkly cardi, must have,
I have also ordered the Rowan Nordic Knits book because I absolutely love this cardi -
in greys with pink roses.
I would love it in the new Fine Tweed, but I suspect I have been sucked in by the names which remind me of home (North Yorkshire). Bedale appears to be a sludgy shade of beige - can't argue with that.
The cabled cardi I am making up (I hesitate to say 'designing' because it seems a tad pretentious) is progressing - one front is finished and I am almost done with the deep ribbing on the first sleeve. It's soothing - I love cables and I love Sirdar Eco Wool, bliss. Might even finish it ....
My Occupational Therapist visited today and was superb, I have more contraptions around my house than the average old folks' home, minus the lingering aromas of cabbage and wee. Their sister team are ringing to arrange a visit to fit some grab rails too - I am officially 96.
At one point I was sitting in the bath fully clothed, on the shower stool, whilst the OT woman (who is as chunkily built as myself) was leaning over me and we both kept placing my hands on the wall to work out where to put stickers for the drilling.
I announced that I used to be a rebellious punk art student and hadn't quite expected to end up like this....