Oh, I was bad...

I was bad. So very bad. This is Vera at the bottom of the hill on our way up to Alexandra Palace entrance. It was too steep for her to climb up, so she hitched a ride in my bag. At least that was her excuse. I think it was more to do with the bag of chocolate raisins hidden in its depths.




My first stop was at Hipknits, of course. This is Kerrie and her dad Richard who really didn't want his picture taken with a monkey, a teddy or a bee. But I sneaked one quickly while he wasn't paying attention. (I explained to him that Vera's creator, Monkee Maker, was slightly mad - sorry MM, but you are, the truth sometimes hurts! - and he said that was like the pot calling the kettle black). I have said it before and I will say it again. I am the most sane person I know.

Vera loved all the pretty colours of silk at Hipknits. I stayed chatting with Kerrie and Richard far too long. Once I finally shut up and started walking round, the main hall was pretty busy (ok, packed) and photo opportunities didn't arise. But Vera had loads of nice comments - she sat in my bag, with arms and head poking out of the top. People did keep calling her a him, so Kerrie kindly gave her some pink silk to wear as a sash so everyone knew she was a girly!

We had a lovely time there and came back with hundreds of ideas of things to make. Bought some yarn too, most of which was from Kerrie. And some great buttons from Injabulo.

And then there is this rather unassuming cake of brown yarn. Now I have been wanting some of this for ages. Really ages. Qiviut. Like I said. I was bad. I feel very guilty that I've spent this much on a single ball of yarn (daren't tell you how much). But I now feel that my knitting life is complete. I will endeavour to be very strong now and be on the strictest of yarn diets. Remind me of that someone please when you notice signs of weakness...

PS Warren, yes Vera was riding on the passenger seat, but who on earth is Flat Eric?