Maybe I should actually start posting things again. I do maybe once every two months, arbitrarily. I don't keep a lot of memories - there's a photo album downstairs that I got maybe ten years ago for Christmas and never added anything to. Considering my terrible memory, maybe I should, but nothing ever seems important enough to keep.

Today I had a driving lesson. I've driven a bit, in a parking lot late at night, but this actually put me on the streets with cars and pedestrians. It was nervewracking, but the car was a clearly marked learning vehicle with teacher-side brakes, the teacher was competent, and I made it back with no real mistakes. Hard to judge where the right side of the car is.

Now I'm planning on starting Sherlock because it was the first thing that caught my eye on Netflix, so I can have something to watch while I work on the green poncho I'll be attempting to sell at Norwescon. Still have a shawl or two and a couple of skirts planned, and about two and a half months to do it in. I need more bracelets, earrings, keychains - especially the flag type that look so nice - display racks, business cards, more things up on my Etsy account than just five postings, and professional-looking price cards.