So whatcha think about this? I ordered a vanity plate.
I live in California, and it’s the ultimate cliche. (Okay, I already have one, but now that I’m so excited about my new one, I’m going to get rid of WRTRGAL. That’s too much of a mouthful. And everyone thinks it reads WaterGal. They stand in parking lots and yell, “Hi, WaterGal!” I’m over that. And it feels a little (a lot) pretentious.)
But the new one? Hold on, you’re gonna love it:
Get it? Get it?
Yarn = Fiber.
Yarn = Tale.
I KNOW you don’t need to be told that. But I like to spell it out.
It’s so silly, I know, and it’s doing the Great Grammar Wrong of verbing a noun (like I just did again). It amuses me, though, and ain’t that the point?
I yarn. Why, yes. Yes, I do.
Working on a Koigu sock (thanks, boys!) that I gotta get finished as a last-minute gift, and I’ve started fiddling around with another cardie — gonna design this one myself. Nothing special, but it feels good to finally be working without a pattern. That’s been my goal for a long, long time, to make a sweater using nothing but my tape measure and some multiplication tables. It’ll probably turn out crap, but it’s nice to play. (And even cooler, for the first time EVER, I remembered to take in all the skeins I hadn’t used in my last couple of projects, and after they were cashed in, this new sweater yarn cost me twelve dollars!)
Happy Sunday! It’s a good, shiny, rainy life.
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