My fat's not here yet. You'll know when it is. I'll tell you. I'll say "I got fat!" and you'll understand.
Chris is going to make me the soap molds that, after experimentation and consideration, I've decided I want. And if he doesn't do it, I'll make eyes at some guy at Home Depot, have him cut me the pieces, and I'll make them myself. Then my fat will show up and I'll really, truly, be in business.
To keep myself from fixating on the fat, I did a little spinning. I officially don't suck anymore, and I think I'm almost good. I'm getting there, it's a work in progress.
Finished the Cable-wise Cashmere front yesterday, and then I battled with the blasted first three rows of Eunny Jang's Anemoi mittens. I didn't even get to add my contrasting color. So I have knit absolutely nothing today, so far. I'll probably go out into the living room and hit the library, see if I can't find a way to do the tubular cast on that doesn't make me want to kill myself. Those steel size 0's are deadly. I could do it.
Yeah. To the library.
We'll all be so happy when you get fat.
Good luck with those mittens. Don't give up, they're so gorgeous, they must be worth it.
Posted by: Arleta | January 12, 2007 at 07:19 AM