Knick-knack nocks
Jun. 22nd, 2008 04:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyI had my last exam - ever? - on Thursday (it went well). Now I just have to write a research paper by the end of the year and I'm done. Before I start devoting to much time to that, though, I have to put on my financial hat and do the end of financial year (30 June) stuff at work. Oh, PAYG Payment Summaries: how much do I hate you? (Answer: Quite a lot.)
Yesterday, I helped John catalogue some things donated to his archery club. A man just turned up to their meeting and said he had some archery stuff from thirty years ago that he didn't want and he was moving and didn't want to take it with him, so would the club like it? And John, thinking it would be a ratty old bow and a few tatty old arrows, said yes, why not? Imagine his surprise when two big boxes turned up, containing two quite good bows, enough arrows (of good, bad and indifferent quality) to kill an army of orcs, and all sorts of other archery knick-knacks, including some nocks.
Also, my lovely ribbony scarf is coming along apace. The pattern involves wrapping extra yarn around each stitch and dropping it on the next row to make long drops; even for a slow knitter like myself, that hurries things along. The colours in it are gorgeous; each new one is prettier than the last. And, oddly enough, that's making me reluctant to wear the finished product. I've noticed this before, that I sometimes seem to feel as though I need permission (from whom?) to have nice things. I don't think that's a particularly healthy or happy mindset, so I try to shake it off, but it does pop up unbidden every now and then.
Yesterday, I helped John catalogue some things donated to his archery club. A man just turned up to their meeting and said he had some archery stuff from thirty years ago that he didn't want and he was moving and didn't want to take it with him, so would the club like it? And John, thinking it would be a ratty old bow and a few tatty old arrows, said yes, why not? Imagine his surprise when two big boxes turned up, containing two quite good bows, enough arrows (of good, bad and indifferent quality) to kill an army of orcs, and all sorts of other archery knick-knacks, including some nocks.
Also, my lovely ribbony scarf is coming along apace. The pattern involves wrapping extra yarn around each stitch and dropping it on the next row to make long drops; even for a slow knitter like myself, that hurries things along. The colours in it are gorgeous; each new one is prettier than the last. And, oddly enough, that's making me reluctant to wear the finished product. I've noticed this before, that I sometimes seem to feel as though I need permission (from whom?) to have nice things. I don't think that's a particularly healthy or happy mindset, so I try to shake it off, but it does pop up unbidden every now and then.