in a snatched moment on the sofa between one garment and another

Good things have happened this weekend. Lots of fantastic advice regarding wheelchairs, thank-you to all. I'll be acting on it as soon as beloved mother is back from Tenerife. Then, after another seven hours' work today, I finally finished the Swagger Pants of Magnificence. And Jo from Goldfinger brought round our wedding rings, after getting forbinproject's made smaller by half a size. I can't get over how heavy they feel. Different sorts of gold, but the same design, so they have an arcane connection. ("MUPPET!!!" said jfs.)

Now to cut out his cloak. Half-circle, hanging from the shoulders, more swagger. My fingertips are a bit sore from handsewing so it'll be good to do a different sort of task.

I have no idea what to wear to the party in Brum. Making something isn't an option, and I don't fancy Monsoon's current range. I could wear my Elizabethan but it'll be a bit out of place and he can't really wear his because it'll be very out of place; and they're a matching set. This subject has hereby been nominated as an easy target for the fretweasel.

Good things! Think about the good things.