Lately, my dishes seem to be going straight from the sink to dishwasher and back to the sink, which leaves a lot of empty space where plates and bowls used to be. You know what?
Louie doesn’t mind at all.
Lately, my dishes seem to be going straight from the sink to dishwasher and back to the sink, which leaves a lot of empty space where plates and bowls used to be. You know what?
Louie doesn’t mind at all.
Jet is living proof of the powerful role cuteness plays in natural selection. Since I put up my Christmas tree late last night, he has:
If he wasn’t so cute, I undoubtedly would have skewered him on a candy cane by now. We’ll chalk my patience up to an evolutionary miracle.
But holiday cheer isn’t totally lost on me. I have a pretty tree…
and a singing sheep…
and a two or three weeks worth of knitting that needs to be finished in the next eight days.
The Ipod cozy is going pretty well, with only a few minor bumps in the design process. I like the way the Wildfoote yarn knits up, but I’ve experience a lot of splitting while casting on, picking up dropped stitches, and putting stitches back on the needle after ripping back. I’m feeling pretty confident that I can finish it in plenty of time.
(This pic is several days old. I’d say I’m about 1/3 of the way done now.)
The prognosis is somewhat more grim for the rest of my holiday projects. I foresee belated presents in several futures, but I’m sure it won’t be the first (or last) time I’ve had to give a knitting I.O.U.
I thought you might be interested to see where I am when I’m not knitting. I spend between 50 and 60 hours in this cubicle every week. There’s definitely some evidence that a big dork (and a knitter) lives here.
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