I did almost nothing but work on proofing my embroidery book from mid-December right through the holidays and the new year, and I admit that I am exhausted. Proofing a book sort of shreds your brain into slivers of Mozzarella cheese and then remelts it into the pizza ball. At least it does mine.
It has been nice to have this quiet week to collect myself (the proofs are now in my editor's hands, so I have a few days here before the next round hits) and I have not wanted to have to do anything that requires numbers/accuracy/writing/oh, and thinking for a bit. But I have been fiddling with this little puff-stitch granny square over and over until I get it just exactly how I want it, and I will have a pattern for it available as soon as I can, I promise. But right now it's still just all in my head, and, trust me, it's a jangle of DMC color numbers/yarn/puff stitches/cross-stitch patterns/and blur in here. There. Around here somewhere. I think my brain's around here somewhere.