What do you mean, knitting basket?

I spotted a pile of these beautiful fair trade African baskets in the window of this shop before Christmas, and dropped a few (too subtle perhaps) hints. When I went back after Christmas to have another look they were all gone. But lucky for me (and Herko) I spotted another pile in the window earlier this month. As soon as I brought it home and sat it down in the sun guess who jumped in. Dave said "You should have got one for yourself as well" (he always sides with the cats). I let Herks have his afternoon in the sun but then I reclaimed it (to be fair, the cats already have their own cozy basket right next to the wood stove) , and now it sits by my bedside, filled with balls of yarn. Now for the big confession: I have rediscovered knitting in a big way. And while usually my blogs are neglected because of work and school and everything else that fills up my days, sometimes, just sometimes, they are neglected because I am knitting in a rocking chair by the fire. There. I've admitted it. And now, I will do everything in my power to not turn this into a knitting blog (believe me, there are some really lovely ones out there in blogland already). Actually I have a little spring cleaning planned for this one. A little renovation, if you will. For starters, you may have noticed that I referred to my husband by his real name. Well, it seemed a little silly to go on with his secret identity once I linked to his website. I've grown tired of the name changes, and having spent more time in the blogosphere I am less wary of it. So as I usher in a new season with a new look I plan to abandon the old names. Stay tuned for more excitement!