Today is Shelagh's birthday. I woke up this morning and immediately called her to tell her that her birthday present was sitting on top of the pile of stuff that has taken over my floor like some kind of aggressive hyphae. Then I told her what the gift was, effectively ruining the surprise.
These are the mittens that I knit her for her birthday. Why, you may be asking, are these the photo of the day? Shouldn't they be in London? My response to you would be that lots of things are not the way that they should be, and that I was unable to pull my stuff together, that I will put them in the mail on Monday, and that you should stop bothering me about this because I am trying to deal with The Fear, and when was the last time YOU knit my sister mittens, anyways?
Exactly.
Exactly.