The Baby threw her worst-ever public tantrum this morning and I'm done with child care at the moment. She's down for a nap, jumping in her crib and singing songs. She can just stay there and be cute. Bah.
Sekhmet has crawled up to the highest level of her kitty condo, and is refusing to come down. (Though she's standing watch over her food.) That's how much fun it is at my house; the cat's hiding.
Anyway, the lace border continues apace:
I'm still on the first ball of yarn I started, and if I get in at least another half-repeat of the edge, it's looking good that I have enough yarn.
The pattern called for, I think, ten balls of yarn. I bought twenty. Just in case. (Seriously, knit-on edges suck up yarn and always use more than you think they will. And I was planning to do one.)
The only other exciting news is, my pants are loose. You know how when you work out (okay, maybe you don't know, but it often goes this way), you do it for a month or six weeks and don't feel like anything's happening, and suddenly you wake up and feel thinner? Today's that day for me. Well, I didn't wake up feeling thinner, but when I put on my pants and realized they were loose, that was a good thing. Until now I've been toning up more than losing fat, but I hope that will change and the fat will start coming off now. Because I'm damn sick of looking at it.
At any rate, it's working.
Doesn't it really, really suck, that 'eat less and exercise more' always works?? I hate that.