Sock Yarn Frenzy
This is the little tin lunchbox I carry my sock kit around in - it comfortably holds a large skein of yarn, a set of dpns, scissors, measuring tape, sewing needles, a finished sock and a sock in progress. I was tired of dragging my sock kit around in a plastic bag - this is far more elegant! And besides, the two headed bat with the top hats appealed to me, and I needed an excuse to buy it.
I went to the gym last night - the first time in a week, and boy could I tell! I did the same workout as usual, but it was harder to get through. And I had to laugh at the pair of girls who were 'working out' together - ie, they were wandering around the women's only room doing a twenty second workout at each machine and giggling a lot. They're going to be so disappointed when this doesn't magically make them fit.
And speaking of gyms - I used to go to a very upmarket gym in another suburb, and the experience was frankly terrifying. The workout was fine, but it was the changing rooms which sorely tested my resolve. I would wander in there, bright red and sweaty, and go about the business of getting changed in a communal area. Which, despite my tragic body image issues, I managed without too much hassle. The problem was, the changing rooms were inevitably filled with very slim, very blonde girls who wandered about wearing very little, calling each other 'darling' and talking to each other about their last skiiing holidays. I was always afraid that one of them would suddenly realise that my pheremones were different, and that the whole hive would then turn on me and rip me to shreds.
Good thing for the day: I am *this* close to finishing the purple socks that it has shamefully taken me almost two months to finish - and then I'm knitting myself a pair with some of the Koigu I got for Valentines.
Bad thing for the day: The stupid sodding bastard underwire in my bra just broke and is now apparently trying to make its way into my ribs.