So I’ve got babies to knit for, and I also want to work on some unfinished knitting. I go hunting through my knitting, and hey, presto! Not one but TWO unfinished pinkish baby booties!
The problem? I can’t find the freakin’ pattern book anywhere in my house.
Perfect. Just perfect.
Yesterday my daughter and I were poking around outside, and found some pillbugs. She picked one up and took it to the front door and said, “It can live with me!” So we brought it in and put it in her little bug habitat.
She’s done this with pillbugs before. The part that cracks me up is that she named her pillbug “Cat.”
“Cat” was joined by several more pillbugs, one of which she forcefully tried to unroll, and then handed the two halves to me and said, “this one’s broken.” She knows not to do that now. I’m about to go set the survivors free. She’s been talking about wanting a puppy (note, she would hate this in real life) or a hermit crab and maybe a fish. Given the hazards of being one of her pets, I think we’ll stick with the pillbugs for now.
Going to get my hair cut today. It’s doing that floopy wings thing that it does on the sides when I let it go too long.
I’m ahead on Jayne orders. In other words, I do have hats in the queue, but I’m getting them out quicker than the estimated time I gave to the clients. I’m going to pause, though, and knit something else so I don’t go crazy, so it’ll probably go back to “right on time” in the next few days. Knitting time will slow down after school’s out on Friday, anyway, and then the hubby’s out of town next week. Bleah.
Hats up next for Oregon, Australia, and Charlotte!