My daughter’s hands: a sketch in very slow progress. Oil pastel on Daler Murano paper.

Since reaching the ripe old age of 2, little M has decided that afternoon naps are for wimps, and that what she really wants to be doing during that time is running, shouting, climbing, opening and closing cupboards, dancing and singing to The Jungle Book – or a crazy multitasking feat involving all of the above, plus snacks. As I mourn that lost hour of 2-3pm, I’m wondering how I will adapt to life without it, especially now that work is beginning to spill over into my evening time. But hey. I’ll figure it out.

Yesterday I was in London for the second annual “I Knit Day”, the highlight of which was a talk by the fabulous Yarn Harlot. I owe the day a blog entry, but it will have to wait a while.

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