It's been a quiet day so far and I'm happy for it. I knitted my fingers into knots to get Miss Lumina's order finished, and now I'm ready for a day to myself! Mister Leoffrith came by last evening to pick up the parcel. I were proud of how nicely I'd folded and tucked everything together, all in tidy piles of that handsome black and red. He sat for a bit and we chatted a while. Pumpkin seems to think that every soul what comes through the door is her new best friend. Mister Leoffrith seems to like cats, he went right over to her as if she were what he came here for! He's still as pleasant as ever to talk to. Just a nice, kind, solid sort of fellow.
He asked if I were still willing to try making some blankets for the stable horses in Bree. Sure, I'm willing to try. I just won't promise that they'll turn out as anything amazing. I still feel a little overwhelmed that people have taken up my offer to do knitting as much as they have. I thought maybe someone might want a pair of mittens here or a scarf there. I feel sometimes as though I'm biting off more than I can chew. Maybe I'm getting above myself. My life has gone to places I'd never dreamed it could go when I look back not even a year ago at where I was. I couldn't read or write, I barely found work to do, I were using my walking-stick to get around, I were hiding bruises all the time. Is it proud and stuffy of me to think I can be more than what I used to be? I know that running a tiny boarding house and selling mittens isn't exactly queenly stuff. Maybe I'm just being too hard on myself again. I guess it's just hard to get used to everything being so different and new, even if the changes are good changes.
I've met the lady (well, one of the ladies) who's in charge of the supper party that's only a few days away now! Lands, where did the time go? Her name were Miss Mack, and that's short for Mackynzie. I thought Mackynzie were a right pretty name, but she says she likes Mack better. I were standing round the fire in the Prancing Pony to warm up before driving back to Knotwood, and she and this other young lady, Miss Gail introduced themselves to me. I liked Miss Gail right away! She reminded me a lot of me, a young girl from a farming family, seemed maybe a little bashful but she were real nice. I asked if she'd be at the supper, and she said she'd try, and she might bring some of her Ma's butter biscuits. I told her I were going to try to make apple tarts and she lit up, saying as how she loves apples! I would've stayed to talk to her a bit more, but it were late and she needed to get home, and so did I. But I hope I see her at the supper party.
It's nice to see smoke coming from the Soothery chimney, and a light in the window again. I'm happy that Master Maurr and Mister Doc are back. Everything felt so terribly empty with everyone gone. Master Tumunir is good company and I... well, I won't say that I love him. But I'm awful fond of him. But I missed my other friends, too. I do hope Mister Dimheim comes back soon. I can't sleep for worrying over him.
