I finished the dang socks! Once again, so all may hear me. I hate ribbing! I don't know why, I just find it tedious. Okay, maybe hate is too strong a word. I dislike ribbing greatly? I'm sure I'll get over it. Anyway, while waiting for Bob's parent to arrive for dinner last night I cast off the last one. Then I started working on a Koolhaas baby hat that has been patiently waiting for my attention again. And of course, because I found it so tedious that I started socks instead of finishing it the first time I have shoved it in the UFO bin again and pulled out a fresh unused skein.
Heehee. I feel so naughty. But hey, I deserve some self reward. I finished the damn socks! Anyway, it's a new shawlette thingy(Pic1) that I was working on in another purply yarn that I just wasn't digging so I frogg'd that and put it away for another more appropriate future project. Probably something for my niece for Christmas.
Getting ready for bed last night I walked into this scene in the bed room (Pic2). You're probably thinking, "So what?" But if you knew the queen there in the middle you would wonder, "Why in the hell does she have a bone?" You see, Shiela would have been an awesome Hyena. She could beg food off an Ethiopian, and she will eat practically anything handed to her, but has no drive to touch either toys or bones. There's simply not enough calories for her. While I was brushing my teeth I did hear a little to do in the bedroom and my guess is that the Sullivan and Tucker dogs were goofing off with the bone and she took it from them and separated them to the their corners so she could get some proper sleep. And kept the bone for good measure. Just my guess. Someone has to be the adult in the house.
So, I have a question for all of you. I now have a blog on blogger, and I was curious if there was a way for me to pull my psoted photos directly over using the http addy? Let me know if you know.
Anyway, me and this miserable summer cold are going to go to bed in a vain attempt to get some rest like the Sullivan here (pic3). Of course I'd snore like the Passamaquoddy Lighthouse foghorn.