Life these days is simply horrid. Yes, it's just my old whinge about this job and its attendant stomachaches. What is a musician doing waging war against local politicians? Like this has something to do with me? The world of local politics is revolting, boring, shocking, and under normal circumstances any sane crocheter or musician would simply refuse to acknowledge it. Here's how I put it to myself so that I am still me: I'll be Saint George, pledged to seven years' service to the Faerie Queene fighting Evil. They can be the Dragons. I don't do reality!
Appropriately, I am making a piece of Weaponry. This stole is named Arrows, and is the masterpiece of Annette Petavy. The pattern can be found in her shop.
Absolutely no question of working on designs of my own. My brain is on hold!
