I'm kind of between projects. It feels a bit loose, a bit fancy-free. Of course, there are always works-in-progress, but most of them are off-season or destined for no-one in particular and so they remain "in progress", despite progressing nowhere fast. This week, having finally finished that cardigan, I picked up my grass green scarf, left dormant in a bag in the cupboard where things go to wait. It's been a slow burn, this scarf, a few rows forward, a few months of nothing, a few rows forward, more months of nothing. But after a couple of evenings of conscientious clickety-clicking with the alpaca silk georgette, I've doubled the length and feel closer to the end than the start. Always a good feeling with a scarf. I still have a ball of yarn remaining, so it should be the perfect length by the time that's been whipped and beaten in. I'm loving the colour, and the pattern is finally imprinted on my brain so I don't have to constantly refer to my notes. I might even finish it before starting something else. Or not.
My conscientious reading from last week has suffered a setback in the popularity stakes, being forced to take a back seat in favour of something fast-paced and exciting and not conscientious at all - 'Before I Go To Sleep' by SJ Watson. I do so love a book that calls out to me all through the day, even though it knows I won't have a chance to read until late at night. It's annoying (especially when everyone else is calling out too) but so satisfying when the clock finally ticks over and everything is done and everyone asleep and the pages can start turning again.
Joining in with the lovely Yarn Along-ers again.