I go, I go...swifter than an arrow from Tartar's bow.

Tash's Bloc Party - Rewind (which incidentally did not involve any blocking whatsoever) inspired Lucy, Gail and I to go on a monumental mission to Walthamstow via Bethnal Green one windy November afternoon to get sets of our own. Lucy's traffic-stopping skirt (think Marilyn Monroe) provided much hilarity and the Handweaver's studio was a veritable Aladdin's cave of fiberous goodness.

Unfortunately, half the living room/kitchen at Chez Roonies is cordoned off when the swift is unfurled in all its glory....



This is the aftermath of a boozey Friday night when I returned home alcohol addled and thought it was a fantastic idea to wind up yarn at half-one in the morning,... which ended up entertaining me until 3 in the morning. If Gruff had been home that evening, he probably would have called the men in white coats to come take me away... and who could have blamed him?