Knitting Surgery, Marriage Advice, and the Oppressive Quiet
Guess what? I had enough yarn-phew! Dodged that little bullet but of course I now face another challenge. While I was blocking this beauty yesterday, I came across a dropped stitch! I quickly put a blocking pin in it and now I'm waiting for it to be dry and when I have all my wits about me to tackle that problem. My stitch count never wavered so I'm wondering when I was rinsing and wringing-yes wringing-I might have broken the fiber. Who knows, I'll see when I do knitting surgery. Either way I can fix it. My week has been quiet, unusually quiet and eerily quiet. I find it funny that when the house is bursting with noise and commotion I dream of quiet and then when I actually do get what I want I'm at a loss at what to do with myself. Don't you worry, I have made lists a mile long in times like these and I refer to them. I believe I made the worst dinner ever the other night. I followed a recipe, sort of, and then became creati...