More real life crap.

Today was the knit-together at the Charleston Children's Museum (every Thursday morning at nine, for free) and I was really looking forward to it. Then the baby kept me up all night whining. Then another round of suspicious chills hit and I began to wonder if we were still contaigous. After all, we'd caught the damn thing after everyone thought they were well.

So we stayed home. Boo. I was bummed.

The Mystery Knit has hit the black hole stage (the sleeves have been one inch too short for a week. A WEEK! I knit on it every night if I want to or not and NOTHING HAPPENS). My hands are bothering me so knitting lopi (the steeked jacket) isn't too wise but I do it anyway as a change of pace. And I'm trying to ignore the shawl until the other two things get done because they NEED to be done and the shawl is just goofing around. (Even though the shawl is the only thing I feel like knitting. Isn't that always the way?) I'd include photos but it all looks the same as it did the last time I took photos.

Last night I bought more books (sigh), among them a Chinese history book. If I could finish up THESE design projects, I could start on some NEW ones, inspired by all these great art and history and anthropology books I've been buying. I'm starting to face the fact that I need to get some test knitters (or sample knitters, or whatever the hell the going phrase is), but damn it, I want to knit them myself and keep the finished product. As with everything in my life, it's a dilemma. I'll probably fix it by some middle-of-the-road, moderate solution or other.

While the baby was whining and snotting around the house today, my eye fell on the pile of stickers I salvaged from all those easter egg dye packs I bought on sale. What to do seemed really obvious to me.



I'm never gonna get the stickers out of my bed. But she quit whining, so it might be worth it.