I'm still working on the campfire shawl...
well, it's been laying in the corner for a while, but I picked it up today after waking up...it's going slowly, I'm using size 5mm needles so it's a tad bit larger than original pattern... actually it looks like I'm knitting a tent - on that photo...it was taken with my camera balancing on a can of Nesquik - which explains why it's a bit off focus and half of my face is cut off.
It's exams period, so I haven't been reading much, but I'm listening to HP audio books -I'm halfway through the 6th. I'm falling in love with audio books - it does feel a little bit like cheating, but it's great that I can do other stuff while listening.
I've been planning a shopping spree in a small yarn shop we've seen with my roommates while walking through the city, but didn't have time to visit it so far.
a tin box I'm using as a yarn-holder. I got it at the flea market in Lisbon for 1euro.
does anyone else get that ridiculously happy feeling, by simply standing in the middle of the yarn shop, looking at all the beautiful wool, dreaming about projects?
I get the same feeling in all bookstores, that's why I usually go there alone. So far, only daddy proved to be patient enough, to suffer through hours of me browsing skeins of yarn and shelves of books without complaining.