Now I'm sick. Just regular virus sick, not deadly-listeria sick. I'm thinking the bout of food poisoning weakened me to the point where I was able to catch the common cold. So I still blame the lettuce...
I suspect mine won't look this good.
I'm currently obsessed with the felted Lopi tote. If you do not knit, you will not understand. DO NOT TRY. Just nod your head and smile. Move on to the next blog, if you must. Myself, I will remain happily ensconced among the 8 skeins of bulky Andes wool I purchased for what will theoretically become this year's Christmas presents for all the women in my family. Never mind that I have not felted anything before. Disregard that bag of yarn meant for last year's Christmas presents, unknit and forgotten in the back of my closet. Hope springs eternal for this particular knitter, who persists in allowing visions of homemade Christmas gifts to dance in her head.
This will not end well. That is why I choose to live in the present. It's happier here.