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February 27, 2008
shame
I swear, ALIENS shoved all that crap in my Jordana Paige bag.
There were hints in the bag that suggest I haven't carried it with me since Dickens two years ago, like a bunch of fake money floating around, a partially knitted fingerless glove (and its completed mate), my missing hairbrush, and the sweet note that came with the first present Nathan ever gave me.
But the worst, most horrible thing in the bag was an attractive sock made out of All Seasons Cotton, and about 80 percent of its mate. I started these in June 2005. There is NO EARTHLY reason why this second sock has never been finished. All that's left is the toe and the afterthought heel. It would take me about half an hour to finish, and I'd have a great pair of house socks. BUT NOOOOOOO. It's just sitting in the bag (well, it's on the floor now) next to my pretty orange Flicker sock and the cuff of its mate.
Also in the bag is (wait for it) that beautiful ball of Schaefer Anne attached to about forty rows of the Flower Basket Shawl, from June 2005. Lemme tell you how fun that was to untangle. There was beer involved.
Clearly I was raised by wolves.
Comments
Wolves? Nah, more like flying monkeys. Wolves would've just gnawed the stash to death. Flying monkeys take the time to separate out the projects.
Posted by: grace at February 28, 2008 6:53 AM