When life is pants, make pants.




*or, preferably, lemon drizzle cake**

**T did in fact make lemon drizzle cake today, although the lemons hadn't been given to us by life so much as bought by us from Tesco's

I went for a swim yesterday and a walk today. Normally it would be two swims, but the friend I swim with on Sundays's car has broken down, and thanks to COVID just picking her up isn't the option it would normally be. Still, I had a nice walk instead, and found the first violets of the spring.

I finished knitting what I realised about a third of the way in is definitely a Wesley Crusher jumper.

( Jumper picture )

I finished it off and wove in the ends while watching the new Netflix film of Rebecca, which was...fine, I guess?...but felt deeply unnecessary when the Hitchcock film exists. It certainly wasn't as bad as the recent film of The Secret Garden which we watched last weekend, and which was actually objectively terrible*.

I also had another attempt at mask surgery and succeeded in turning two of my large masks with ties round the back of the head, which were awkward to put on and take off and not great with glasses, into smaller, neater origami-style masks with ear loops. I'm planning to do the same thing to my other masks, though there's no hurry as I rarely do anything which needs a mask (T does the shopping, so I think that since the New Year I've only needed masks three times, once when dropping the car off and picking it up after its service, once when we picked up a click and collect delivery we'd booked at Sainsbury's to top up on the things that aren't available at our little Tesco, and then on Friday when I had to go in to the office to scan some documents from a paper file) so after I'd done two I switched to something more fun and have now made a set of underwear with tigers on.

( Underwear picture )

*Apart from being set in 1947 rather than the early 1900s for no apparent reason, it managed to miss the entire point of the story, i.e. the fact that it's about personal growth stemming from learning to grow things, and makes the garden...magic or something? At least, it's never explicitly stated, but the locked and neglected garden isn't overgrown with weeds, but in perfect order, and also full of greenery and flowers while the outside world is wintery.