Blog Down

I haven't blogged in quite a while, mostly because being a stealth blogger is really tough when you spend all your computer time in a one-roomed apartment with another person. And that person is persistently curious about everything you do while online. My apartment is very small, and my mom and I couldn't help getting in each other's way all the time while we were in Copenhagen. I made a decision when I started this blog that I would keep it a secret from my friends and family, at least for a period of time while I properly find my blogging voice, if that makes any sense. I feel like I'm more constrained if I personally know the audience that reads my blog, and therefore I haven't really told anyone about it yet. I want to get comfortable first, and get over being self-conscious about writing in English before I allow any of my real-world knowns to look at the blog. So over the past couple of weeks I've attempted to blog a couple of times, but have been thwarted by my mom asking a few to many questions for my liking.
But I'm in Iceland now, and am able to lock myself up in my old room and blog away in complete privacy, so here goes: I've been here for 24 hours, and have not yet purchased any wool. I have a feeling, however, that it's only a matter of time. I have my heart set on a midnight-blue turtleneck sweater knit out of Létt Lopi, some more Einband for some more wristwarmers, and wool to make socks out of because it's cold here! Today it's raining and the wind is blowing hard, and I'm extremely happy to be inside and wearing wooly garments. However, I'm not sure how much time I'll have to fulfil these wooly fantasies because I didn't use my time with mom in Copenhagen in the most productive manner. We had fun, sure, there was lots of fun, but I didn't get much work done because of all the fun. So I really have to get my act together and spend the next couple of weeks researching the Icelandic news media like crazy. And blogging a little bit in between.
I did manage to get in touch with a friend of mine this morning, and we scheduled a knitting session for thursday night. She is just as obsessed with wool as I am, so I'm fully expecting a night of fun discussions about the merits of various kinds of wool and projects. I can't wait.
But did I knit at all during the last two weeks? Do I have any progress to report? The answer is, sadly, not really. I did manage to finish the lacy socks from hell, and immediately cast on for another pair of toe-up socks, because I so enjoyed the short-rowing. The first of those socks is still in progress, even though it doesn't have far to go, but my concentration has been shattered by a certain dream project that I just might cast on for tonight. It's a cardigan (I feel shame) that I'm kind of going to design myself, although it's based on a whole bunch of patterns that I've knit before, and a cardigan I saw in a shop in Copenhagen and really liked. But I didn't buy it because that would mean that I'd be depriving myself of the pleasure of knitting it. Does anyone else think this way when they see clothes in stores?
Oh, and my copy of Stefanie Japel's Fitted Knits finally arrived a few days ago. I cannot compliment this book enough. I want to make everything in it, including, of course, a bunch of cardigans (the shame). I left the book behind in Copenhagen, but I definitely see it being involved in my immediate future. I think Stefanie Japel is the coolest.
Right now, I gotta hit the books.