I have a love/hate relationship with Sundays. Hate, first, because I get total Monday-blues; but love - I speak to Charlene and Hugo on most Sundays, and get to relax with Ian watching 24 or playing Warcraft.

And that was nerd-revelation number one: Warcraft.

Yes. I know. It gets worse.

It's revelation time. You already know I cross stitch, but it's about to get even grannier in here people: I'm going to learn how to crochet.
The fabulous Craftzine blog pointed me to a post at Crazy Daisies, where Heather is going to run a crochet tutorial come Tuesday, updated weekly. I've gone and invested in the proper kit (if the actual process is half as fun as the shopping was, then AWESOME), which you can see below:

Yarn

Needles

Tape measure

All packed away in a box to keep Ian from strangling me with lilac yarn in my sleep.

So come Tuesday it's all go! Very excited about this - it's something my mum never taught me and I've been seeing small crafty projects that I'd love to start, but I just don't have the skills in a lot of cases. I want to brush up on a lot of things I once knew and haven't touched in ages: knitting, machine sewing, lino-cut and printing, loads; it's a good start.

In a very progressive step of self-acceptance, I'm telling you this. In an equally big jump back, I'm not importing the posts on this blog as notes on Facebook anymore - I think I can deal with you nerdy blog-reader types knowing the real, secret, cardigan-loving person I am, but I'm not sure that girl I worked with once two years ago and don't quite remember really needs to know all this. So, uh, half self-accepting then.

So anyway, here's Hugo after I told him I play Warcraft and am learning to crochet:

(Loving Charlene's "who IS this kid?" face!)

New York was fabulous, as expected. Pics here. Again, as bloody usual, Ian's infinitely better pics here.

I'm getting kind of sick of Ian being better at this photography shizz than I am. I used to pride myself quietly on my ability to frame a shot, to see an opportunity for something eye-catching, now I feel lucky to get something that's not too grainy. Ian, however, snaps away merrily and turns out something unique. Apart from his pictures of me, which are, obviously, always breathtaking.

Things are quiet at the moment, winding down after an exciting few months. I've just started on a new project at work, and while it's been a little sad (yes, really!) to say goodbye to the two magazines I effectively cut my teeth on, it's onwards and upwards I guess.

What's left for the rest of the year? Add the word hopefully after the end of each entry here: mortgage, house, trip to visit Charlene in Schweinfurt, and maybe the ability to afford a snazzy digital SLR thrown in. No holidays booked, no definite plans, but blueprints for a pretty notable 8 months.