Can there be anything more mind numbing and agonizingly boring than knitting in the round endless rows? Really. Is there? Makes me feel like chewing up an Oxycoton or smok'in a crack pipe to get thru Klaralund. I'm also in a real pickle here. I sold the last copy of the book the pattern was out of. So I need to either call someone I know that has a copy and make them read it to me or buy a copy retail. Eeeww. What a revolting thought. Just Joshing! We should all pay retail! Hurray for retail prices! On another note, my beautiful daughter, who has my eyes, Purl now is the proud owner of a gorgeous cashmere sweater. Mimi knitted it for her in a couple of hours! Yes, the dog is small. Oh, only the best for Purl Bonomo, I'm leaving her a shopping center when I die. She can share it with her brother. Yes, she does look like an alien.
You can see a nice picture of Purl and her sweater on Mimi's blog. For some reason, she doesnt have any trouble taking a picture of Purl that isn't blurry. Frickin frack.
Had a very productive day today.
I woke up early. I flossed. I bathed. I went to work. I knitted on Klaralund. I started a new Lizard Ridge square. I knitted on Eunny's Endpaper Mitts(isn't Fair isle, fair?) I walked my dog (she's 3 pounds with half inch legs. We didnt walk far). I played with my son outside in the beautiful (global warming) sunny winter day (75 degrees). I ate very little for dinner. I blogged (present tense). So good to be a contributing person in society. What I didn't accomplish...no exercise. Too much coffee. Didn't shave my pits or legs. Oh, well, there is always another day and another dollar. I'm out.
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