Nope. Just keep thinking of things.
Know who’s funny? Marcia is funny.
Know what’s crazy? This is crazy.
Know what truly freaks me out, but you kinda have to see/hear it? This truly freaks me out. I have no way to deal with this.
(R.H. Herron)
You all know how I Don’t Rip, right? Hate ripping. Rarely do it. Wate of time. Call it a design detail, and I SWEAR no one will notice, not even the best knitter. Promise.
But if you add a cute little rolled collar and it rolls to the INSIDE, people will notice, dude.
I ripped. Sigh. I told you I felt discombobulated, right? And I ain’t even added the zipper yet. Sheesh.
Look! My first tomatoes!
Okay, that’s not true. Two days ago, I had the first two, but they were almost identical to these little suckers. No way you’d have known that, though. Don’t know why I felt moved to explain. I tell you, eaten over the sink, sprinkled with salt, nothing better.
Hey! It’s Lala’s birthday! I’m happy about that. I lurve birthdays and can’t wait to celebrate it later with her.
I’m a little discombobulated this morning. I’m just about done with the pink handspun sweater, which I think is going to be nice. This in spite of the fact that I was making up the pattern as I went, and I apparently thought that my arms were a foot long. They’re not, by the way. I ended up with three-quarter length sleeves, which I actually like better than full length, since I’m always overheated. I just need to do a collar of some sort (I’m thinking simple rolled edge) and a zipper. Yay!