I was looking forward to a Knit In at Gunga Din in St. Paulsgatan in Stockholm. I wanted to meet up withsome nice knittingpeople, chat  a bit and learn some stuff about knitting socks. But I am cursed. I read Saturday and remembered Sunday, just because that suited me better. I took my tiny daugther by the hand and went, just to look at a closed door and a dark room full of yarn.

I blame my poor memory on last weeks parties. My best friends wedding was a ton of fun, and made me dance again. I have not danced like that for... eh, years... probably four or five of them. Lots of dancing, lots of drinks, lots of laughter. 

And yesterday we held a birthdayparty at home. No dancing, no drinks, but still lots of laugther. And a fishpond full of candy. 

I am ready to commit myself for some serious knitting again.