The World Actually Ended

You'd have thought that, what with this blog allegedly being a means of engaging with the world and maybe helping to add to my now meager income through getting people to have a look at my Etsy shop, I'd actually be putting more time into it.  I have two excuses:

1. There's too much swanning around, getting lovely little jobs with indie yarn companies (The Uncommon Thread, will get into that on another post, it's bloody gorgeous), learning how to spin from octogenarian craft witches and being swallowed by the sofa, covered in yarn while I make stuff.

2.  I LOST MY PHONE!!  All my lovely pics of bits of yarn, a new basket pattern, spinning lessons, the children covered in pen.  My diary, which is now even more heavily used since I'm all over the place all the time.  My numbers, contacts, emails, notes I'd made EVERYTHING.  The world ended, I lost a limb, all tragedy ever experienced was felt in that moment of realisation that it was still on the train.  No, I didn't use the icloud, or back it up, yes I should have done, but I honestly thought "what idiot would go and lose a new iphone?"  This idiot apparently.

You can see all the pics over on instagram, but I can't work out how to get them off there and in my computer.  Mr.Steel&Stitch has stepped in and filled the void with a spare handset he had, so hopefully things will get back on track in the next few days.

For now, here is the thrilling product of my last spinning lesson; I made wool!  And then proceeded to cradle it like a tiny birds nest all the way home.