I've been struck down with the mother of all flus. Two consecutive days off work, a DOCTOR'S NOTE! (and I hate going to the doctor), a full week of blur. On Wednesday I was too sick to get the kids to school.

Still, now up to row 197 of peacock feathers. Another dishcloth. Plans to start Knitty's Reid cardigan for the girl. Comments galore on strangers blogs - most of them will think me mad in my flu induced stupor heaven knows what I've said!

And, I cast on for a new project. In the haze of bone-ache and brain fog, something called to me. I was unable to resist. You're not going to believe it, I must be some masochistic wretch. I cast on for this shawl/tablecloth. (ps: the script to this picture says this was easy to knit. My ass it is. At least for me.)

And, finally, with a twist of luck only reserved for the lucky like me, the country I'm going to holiday in in three weeks has been taken over by a military coup. Naturally.


Shannon, even though customs got the teabag the card and sentiment were dearly cherished. Seriously, this was a lovely gesture. Even my cold hearted mother found it sweet. Friends yet strangers. Viva la internet.