Although I've now got round to measuring the swatch and washing and blocking it, for some reason I haven't taken the final step of measuring the finished swatch. I have no explanation for my knitting apathy at all. Tiredness and lots of work really can't be an excuse, since I will happily watch the Ten O'clock news of an evening, which used to be my prime knitting time. Oh, and I spend a lot of time on the tube, which, arguably, is a window designated for nothing but knitting. (I have no love for the London Lite).
So, I will distract you with pictures of some pretty yarn. Sundara cannily timed the launch of her Petals Collection to coincide with my revision. As I put in all the hours to get myself to medical school, it occurred to me that I could also put in place measures to ensure I wouldn't run out of yarn* while studying even harder at said school. Prudent,† I think you'll agree.
This sock, too, is millimetring along, because I may be, um, whisper it... throwing. I found 'knit into second st on left needle, knit first st, slip both sts off needle, k1' like knitting with yarn dipped in treacle, continental-style. Needless to say, the Conwy sock is now languishing needle-less, and I have turned to pastures green-and-pinker.
Also, it appears I may be going to the light side. Any tips to keep me on the path dark and windy are, as usual, gratefully received.
*There is no spur to irrationality like spending hours stuck between pages of biochemistry. Oh dear.
†Prudent adj. 1382, wise, discerning, in the Wycliffe Bible; borrowed from Old French prudent, learned borrowing from Latin prūdentem, contraction of prōvidentem having foresight. I am ignoring any pecuniary connotations this word may have, because as Laura so rightly observed: 'I suppose some people might find yarn to make 30 pairs of socks a little excessive, but I am not one of those people. If you are reading this, I would hazard a guess that neither are you.'