BANG.

Why aren’t I in Cambridge with my favourites?
Come back. 

The Line between Art and Craft. Blah blah blah blah blah blaaaaahhhh.. I’ve typed the word ‘knit’ so many times that it doesn’t look like a real word anymore. Maybe I made it up. I’m losing the ability to read and write. Seriously cannot wait until this is over. Why am I even on Tumblr? Why do I keep getting distracted by Girls That Look Like Skrillex? Why am I constantly having ‘breaks’ when I haven’t really done enough work to warrant one?

I’m going insane.
I don’t even like knitting anymore.

Basic summary of my day.
I should reference Anthem in the essay.


In other news,
My tights want to go out…

Clearly need to stop leaving my account signed in at a certain person’s house…

are all my posts about jumpers recently?
Hahaha. Warm. 

Ain’t nothing please me more than you.


Home home home. It’s all good so far! I love Christmas, when it’s dark enough that people have all their lights on, but they haven’t closed their curtains yet. Sneaky peak at the decorations! Pub quiz last night, we did okaaaaaaaaay, just a warm up for a traditional win of the Christmas quiz next week though really!


Oh Mum’s knitted me a jumper,
it’s BEAUTIFUL.

My favourite piece of knitting I have ever done. One day, I’ll knit a whole jumper out of fairy lights (battery powered of course!) and walk around town at night time GLOWING.

 

No
no
no
no
no. 

Considering a Lemsip, hot water bottle & bedtime.
Where did this cold come from all of a sudden?

True story; they’re too smooth. Anyway. Recently, I’ve been knitting trees and been wishing I could knit noodles like Pret..