Because I'm a little nutsoid with all this baking, and the baby's cute, and I had the camera out.
I started The Last Damn Scarf. It's almost as easy as the light green one. Two pattern rows instead of one. Easily memorized (or would be if my brain were functioning), and kind of cool looking. Think eyelet honeycomb. And I like this color a lot too; beige/tan with gold highlights. If you're ever stuck knitting something with Doucer et soie (poor you), get a pastel color. They're very subtle and pretty, much more so than the darker colors were. For some odd reason they seem easier to work with, too. Though that may be because I'm finally getting the hang of working with this crap.
The Baby has two new hobbies.
One: toy throwing.
She circles around on her knees, waving her arms, in time (vaguely) to music as it plays. This is the best photo I could get (to 'The Immigrant Song' by Led Zeppelin). When I get out the camera, she stops and smiles. I'm working on getting a better shot of it. To call it cute is an understatement.
The inevitable happened yesterday, I think. I'm pretty sure The Baby uttered her first profanity in the grocery store. I was trying to find red and green colored sugar and they were out of the green. I said "SHIT!" and The Baby immediately said "-it!" with the exact intonation I'd used. Oh boy.
For those of you who think I have my act together, I am posting one last photo, of my kitchen counter.
Be afraid. Be very afraid.
I've trashed yet another batch of cookies (red and green chocolate chip, this time - not a big deal except in time expended, WHICH I CANNOT SPARE) because my landlord is a fucking cheapskate and we're saddled with the cheapest oven on the market. It's uninsulated. It makes the kitchen hotter than a summer in hell, I can't let The Baby near it for fear she'll get burned, and now it's got another hiccup - it heats so unevenly that I can only bake one tray of cookies in it at a time. Which DOUBLES my cook time on everything. Grrr. Snarl.
And I'm screwing with my medication again, hence the babbling and whining. But I'm much more awake than I usually am - yay. Seriously. Yay. I'm quite tired of feeling drugged.