What's new, pussycat?

Just a quick 'hello' out to blogdom, because I'm getting ready to head home to Ireland for the marriage of the Gingerbread Brother to his betrothed. I'm in the midst of packing and already have one case full of yarn for the Gingerbread Sister. Added to the 3 or 4 kgs of yarn is another 3 or 4 kgs of German gummibears - we have not one, but two gummibear shops within a stone's throw of our house. Yes, you read that correctly: two shops devoted to the sale of gummibears and jellies. Read it and weep, my friends. I made the mistake of introducing my young, impressionable nephews to sour gummibears at Christmas: mandarine-orange flavoured jellies that have have a zesty sourness combined with tangy sweetness. Nephews quickly became insatiable jelly-addicts and now the Gingerbread Sister has added them to the top of her Bring Me From Germany... list. If I turn up without them, I might be faced with an angry pitchfork-wielding mob. Okay, I've only got three nephews and they're a bit small to wield pitchforks, not to mention the fact that I think it takes more than three to constitute a mob ... but you get the idea.

In the meantime, I've been crocheting baby blankets. No reason why, just so. The first two are 'Kitties in a Row' afghans: if you squint, you'll see the rows of kitties:



And the others were scrap blankets that started out with the purpose of using up leftover yarn, but as always, I had to buy more yarn to finish them. This is Murphy's Law of the Yarn Basket.