Because I haven't bragged enough

It's barely possible that some of you might not have yet heard my excited squealing from whatever farflung corners of the earth you inhabit, so just for you:

I'm a cover girl. And a designer. Twofer!

"That's right, the dog ate the weapon"

I can't work out whether he was trying to make some kind of homophobic statement, or was overcome with repressed longing, or was just batshit crazy.

No, wait. I'm pretty sure it's the batshit crazy answer.

Burglar rubs victims with spices, sausage, runs away in underwear without his wallet.

Eyes open. Semi-upright position accomplished. Now how to stand up...

Yesterday was iKnit Day - a lovely fest of knitting type fun, organised by London's coolest yarn shop, and featuring such exciting stallholders as Purlescence (natch) and such attractions as a talk and book signing by the fabled Yarn Harlot.

Good things about the day:
1. Bunches of fun. A chance to meet other yarny shop owners, dyers etc, and many of my customers. A great vibe. Lots happening. Yeah, fun.
2. Yarn Harlot!
3. Making lots of money. Based on last year's show, which was smaller (and I wasn't yet selling any yarn), I knew it would be a good day. It was an outstandingly good day. Woo yay capitalist joy!

Bad things about the day:
1. Being too busy (see 3. above) to actually take part in the day's pleasures. Or to go round and talk to other stallholders. Or to take part in the fashion show (yeah, I was asked! Such glamour!).
2. Missing the Harlot's speech, because, well, that busy thing. Armin was working with me, but you think he was going to man the fort for an hour and a half while I sloped off to enjoy myself? Not a chance. (Seriously, wouldn't have worked. Nope.) But I did get to queue-jump for a signed book, and she claimed to have heard great things about Purlescence (though I suspect she was thinking of the Californian shop of the same name), so, I guess that's something.
3. Being pregnant. Working a show is exhausting at the best of times. This is not the best of times. Not. At. All.

So today is not great. I am so unbelievably knackered. And I have so, so, so much work to do. And I have had a headache since halfway through yesterday. (This is a very bad thing for a pregnant woman to have, as most painkillers are off limits.) And I feel awful all round. And did I mention the huge pile of work?

*sigh*

How many blogs can one person reasonably run, anyway

FYI: Beloved and I have started a joint blog to murble about Teh Bebeh and that. Hopefully this will keep the preggers stuff to a minimum over here, but still allow me to indulge my hopeless fascination with the state of my waistline and digestion, plus feed the curiosity of those who really want to know, gods help them.

This will also be the place to look for pictures (occasionally), baby gift requests, etc.

As you were.