Things get away from you, they do.
18 months between posts is a terrible long time. I bought a house, decorated and moved in. I went to Italy and London and Belgium. I watched seventy million DVDs and read half that many books. I knitted about a hundred things of various shape and colour and size. I became obsessed with Ravelry. I got engaged. Things were and continue to be good. I didn't write about any of it here.
But I want to come back to this now. Keeping track of the things I do and see and feel is something I've done intermittently all my life and I'd like to have a go at it again. I was going to scrap this blog and start another but I like what I've written here and the minifesto still holds true so why not?