My Secret Pal 6 disappeared on me. Luckily, an angel came to the rescue. Thank you, Julie!

Apparently I’m coming down with Round 2 of whatever it is (up all night with a fever - ugh!). However, wouldn’t this make any knitter feel better?

Hm, what do we have here?

Ooh. KnitPicks Wool of the Andes in Winter Night and Pumpkin. And Andean Silk (*drool*) in Olive. Peaches & Cream cotton in Winterberry, and Sugar & Cream in Faded Denim. I was just going to buy some cotton to play with, too…

Also a bath bomb, a teeny candle that I want to eat, and which has a cherry inside it (it’s cake scented. Oh. My. God.) Chocolate covered blueberries, yum! Plus a size 8 circular, and a nifty case for needles and things.

I’m really overwhelmed. Honestly. And I might take the Andean Silk to bed to snuggle with. I’ve been wishing I could keep some of it for myself, after using it for Christmas gifts, and now I have my very own. What to do, what to do?

Oh, and apparently even the box is spiffy. At least according to Aurora:

The box had been on the floor for maybe 90 seconds. She’s claimed it as her own fort now. Let’s see if the others try to take it away.

Honestly. This is getting stupid.

Third night of raging insomnia. And by that I mean that the past two “nights” have seen me getting to sleep at noon or later. Mix this with a generous dash of having plans with other people (let’s say, the in-laws), and it’s not a happy thing at all.

Tonight was fun, though. Spent the evening with Katie and Adam for dinner, small talk, and yarn untangling. And I volunteered for the untangling. Heh.

It started with Katie posting a plea to the LiveJournal Knitting communtity. It seems she received a hank of lovely hand-painted yarn as a Christmas gift. However, with no swift, it quickly became unmanageable, even with a very patient husband who was willing to sit and hold yarn. I (laugh with me now) posted a reply telling her I’d come over with my swift and winder, and we’d quickly show the yarn who was boss.

As a note - I have a swift and winder because Mike is nowhere near as patient as Adam. Which is why he bought the swift. We knew there was no chance of him sitting quietly, holding yarn. You’d have more luck with a small child.

So, Mike and I, after getting over whatever Death Flu we had, made plans for tonight. Excellent dinner, lots of fun. Then Katie pulled out the yarn.

Regretfully, I didn’t get a picture then. After spending half an hour looking for an end, we decided to cut. And spent two or so hours working from the cut end. So, what do I have now?

Click for the full horror.

Yeah. That’s my desk. It was decided that I’d take it home to work on, as everyone but me had to work in the morning. If I get this finished, I reserve the right to call it a Finished Object.

Becky, where are you when I need you?