DX
Some weird guy reading It by Stephen King tried to hit on me on the bus this morning! I was wearing basically the same outfit I wear in the Pink Sweater of Doom pic only with my hair up and a crazed expression from being up until two and getting up at four-thirty!
DX
WHAT THE HELL.
And then at the train station some lady demanded to see my sock, but I was working on it at the time and she also had handwork (crocheting) so it wasn't as weird as you are probably thinking. (She was very admiring of it even if she initially thought I was tatting. I guess she couldn't see very well? Literally, she said.) I finished almost two inches on the train, so I'm almost to where I was before I ripped it out. (this is basically due to ignoring it for like, three weeks.)
I was supposed to be taking a nap before meeting Amy at Powell's, but I think I will instead lurch over earlier so I Get Some Good out of my bus transfer. ...or not. Whatever.
DX
WHAT THE HELL.
And then at the train station some lady demanded to see my sock, but I was working on it at the time and she also had handwork (crocheting) so it wasn't as weird as you are probably thinking. (She was very admiring of it even if she initially thought I was tatting. I guess she couldn't see very well? Literally, she said.) I finished almost two inches on the train, so I'm almost to where I was before I ripped it out. (this is basically due to ignoring it for like, three weeks.)
I was supposed to be taking a nap before meeting Amy at Powell's, but I think I will instead lurch over earlier so I Get Some Good out of my bus transfer. ...or not. Whatever.