Ich Spinne!

...which in German means, 'I'm crazy!'

I finished Avast a few days after last posting, with the help of the Garda National Immigration Bureau (GNIB) who force me to register with them every year on account of my being Foreign. Last year, I mistakenly thought it would be a couple of hours, and I took along an academic book. This year, hardened by experience, I took Avast. Six and a half hours of Sky News later (that's fifteen minutes, or one Sky News round, less than last year's wait), I'd been fingerprinted by the police (because all foreigners are potential criminals), had my photo taken for my new card, and I'd finished all the decreases and was working on the collar. Same time next year, Gardai?

It's true what the Yarn Harlot says: we don't knit because we're patient, we're patient because we knit.

I've been flirting with the Dickinson pullover since then, but most of my attention has been directed at moving house, and spinning. The moving house contributes to the German meaning of the blog title, while the drop spindling itself provides hours of fascinating distraction from it. Last week I finished off my first lot of fibre (50g of pink BFL dyed by HipKnits) and this week I've made it through 100g of some rough pale blue fibre of forgotten provenance which I'm now plying. So far I suck at plying, but it's good practice. Pictures to follow...