I fished out the fluffy turquoise bag I started ages ago and finished it this evening. It turned out well; I’ll post a picture tomorrow. I also worked a lot on the satchel I started– ages ago as well– and on an afghan square.

My choir went to Houston and Galveston for a competition this weekend, which was enjoyable. We won best in class (3A Treble Choir) and a Superior rating.

I was accepted to Richland Collegiate High School for the next two years; hopefully everything will work out there.

I realize that most likely not a soul reads this blog anymore, considering that I have not posted consistently in nearly a year. (Did I ever post consistenly, and did anyone ever read it?) But I have so many UFOs about the house that I feel driven to write about them now that I’ve actually begun to pick them up again.

I don’t have the time to post on message boards or other people’s blogs anymore, and that seems to be the only way to make the world aware of my blogging existence. It’s almost amusing how dependent upon feedback we humans are. But the knitting itself is not for the feedback, only the writing is. I’m in one of those moods today where I wish I could stay home and knit forever, doing nothing else, not even playing music, reading, or writing, my other loves.

Time has been flying, and in a way it frightens me. The dark blue of my blog downs my spirits and also drags me back in time. It’s a strange phenomenon. If I really intend to get back into blogging, I suppose I should redesign everything, but I don’t think blog-city allows for all that much variety, nor am I certain that I want to get back into blogging. Hm.