Some people are born crafty. I fall in the latter category. This explains that yarn in my hair and the blisters on my fingers from knitting. And this also explains why I spent 6 hours detangling my unraveled skein outright refusing to just cut it and knit something smaller. This also explains the horror that wracked me when I thought that I'd dropped a stitch and this explains why now that I can knit I REFUSE to stop until I finished my bag. Knitting is fun and relaxing for some people. Knitting is a small war for me and I refuse to be undone by anything that I can burn. or cut. or untie. I officially learned to knit at 9 PM last night. A few minutes ago I completed my third line. I am very proud. And! Yesterday, Katie, Andrea Gamble and I went tag sale hopping. Sooo much fun. I bought one of the original editions of Risk and an uber-cool vintage flashlight. It looks sort of like a radio flyer... and it's great and QUITE a find and it was only a dollar. And then about a thousand tangles and 8 hours later, I began to knit. Somehow I think that this Sunday would sound far more adventurous if I were the old fat lady with crazy locks and chubby fingers as I intend to be... instead of the 22 year old that I am. But... I live in Windsor, Connecticut and I had a great time. . How Rude! - Wednesday, Sept. 22, 2004 - 12:16 PM One small step but no giant leap. - Tuesday, Sept. 30, 2003 - 11:17 AM Where's George? - Thursday, Sept. 25, 2003 - 12:48 PM |
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