Saturday, July 14, 2007
Meet the bane of my existence.
The BASKETBALL, not the Baby. Geez. You people.
Yes, while at the store to buy tennis shoes, the husbeast decided the Baby needed a mini basketball and bought her one. She then promptly threw a temper tantrum over it, when it was put in the shopping bag. Right there I was not well-disposed toward the whole thing.
Then this morning I got up, she brought it over to me, and dropped it on my toe.
Sekhmet fell asleep with her tongue sticking out again.
And, yes, I am enjoying my new camera, thank you for asking. Look at the definition on that closeup!
It rained all day. Again.
The knitting goes on, and on, AND ON, with the edging. I've got, I think, eight pattern repeats done. (Of the needed forty.) I think tomorrow I may take a break from the whole thing and work on "Innsvinget". At the least, the wool will make a nice change for my fingers. And I need the needle to finish Tut Tut.
Oh. And I ordered Christmas yarn today. Not from Bendigo; Bendigo wanted THIRTY DOLLARS for shipping. I'm sorry, guys, no matter how much I love that yarn, I'm not spending half the cost of the yarn on the shipping (I wanted six balls of Rustic 8-ply for my father-in-law's sweater). Instead, I got yarn for my mother-in-law's sweater, which is a trial run for a Celtic pattern that - again - I want to sell. Eventually.
But for now, Iron Chef is on. And the bloody damned edging awaits.
at 10:01 PM