Emotions aside, the absence of the cot does now allow me full access to my dressing table and the contents beneath it. Meet the only stash "on view", in neat, co-ordinating bags and cases. To begin with, the reunion goes well, delighting as I do with my re-found Felted Tweet (left over from "Fyne" and from which I hope to knit another piece of Fairilse, though next time a hat). And then I find the unfinished projects. A jumper awaiting just its seams sewn – even the neck line is complete. A summer top just needing the two should straps to be knitted (think no wider than an icord). The two sides of a tank top finished, needles helpfully waiting in the remaining yarn for the rest. This really is my basket of shame. Well, maybe one of them. Now that really is a depressing thought.
Oh well, I'm sure that after a cup of tea and a few more rows of my current project, I might feel a little less bad about myself. Though maybe this is serious enough to warrant a square or two of chocolate. Well, maybe the whole bar.