My weekend

Two girls very happily occupied. One house un-enterable due to building works, so not even a hint of feeling as though I ought to go home and do some of the many tasks waiting for me there. And yet a desire not to spend the entire weekend curled up reading books and exploring the charity shops down Cowley Road.

So...
From this:
To this:
I didn't quite finish it before coming home, but stitched up the last bits this morning. And now my wrists ache, my fingers are cramped, but I have the world's largest and snuggliest new jacket ever.

Of course, being me, my knitting skills aren't quite right - it's substantially wider than it's supposed to be, and I have somehow managed to use five balls of wool less than the pattern called for. So the next question becomes, which child needs a matching jacket the most?

Tia