Feverish delusions of yarn
One of the nice things about knitting is that it keeps you quiet and from turning into an ostrich, even when things feel crappy. Like today, when my throat is on fire because the cold I was fighting off got the better of me, I am still humming a silly song I made up. ("I'm a big girl now...")
The only tricksy thing is that I feel the urge to go buy more yarn.
I am daydreaming of the pretty green alpaca that I would like to match this dark grey-almost-black merino for the inside of Neil's hypothetical cloak. I should just buy it already, because the yardage and price are right, but I feel pretty bad about the alpaca I already bought for the sweater. So instead I just have eyeprints on it.
The only tricksy thing is that I feel the urge to go buy more yarn.
I am daydreaming of the pretty green alpaca that I would like to match this dark grey-almost-black merino for the inside of Neil's hypothetical cloak. I should just buy it already, because the yardage and price are right, but I feel pretty bad about the alpaca I already bought for the sweater. So instead I just have eyeprints on it.