I am knitting, I promise, but I haven't really any pictures to show. I've got a number of things in progress and am even going to make it to Knit Night for the first time in three weeks. I'm thinking of knitting that merino into as many sleeping caps as I can.
But at the moment, I've been obsessed, absolutely obsessed as is my wont, with perforated paper and with researching the history of such. I spend hours looking at beauties like this temperance motto. Or this lovely:
I've been cranking out the needlework, not cranking out the grading. LB has pointed out to me that I'm only making different muscles in my hands hurt. The house is a mess. The laundry is wrinkling in the dryer.
You know what? I'm really just fine with all that.