I remembered this morning that I am holding a giveaway for the Yarn Harlot's book Knitting Rules. I had completely forgotten, so - again - it's a good thing I'm not a big-time blogger (do those exist anymore, even?) that people actually expect things from. Anywhoo, I dialed up the trusty old random number generator and it gave me a 3, which translated into Lisa G. in CT winning the book.
Lisa G. in CT, come on down! Or just email me (firstname.lastname@example.org) to give me your address, okay?
Whew, that was exciting. What was also exciting is that I managed to finish binding off my January project at the stroke of midnight yesterday (okay, okay, at the stroke of 12:01, actually). I held it up in front of the mirror (my arms are too short to properly view it straight on) to appreciate it's beautiful colors and fun striping and realized I don't know if I like it.
|Draped attractively across my beloved Ektorp, because why not?|
Unfortunately, my lousy photography skills don't let you see how
the flecks of color in the cream sections coordinate with the lovely green lines
I mean, the shawl is lovely and all (look at those cunning stripes that meet at one end but diverge at the other - swoon), but I don't know if it's my style. This may turn into another giveaway. Or a birthday present for an elderly friend I only see twice a year, so she doesn't feel obligated to wear it if she doesn't want to. I don't know. I do know that my negative reaction caused me to question my resolution this year to knit fancy things like other knitters do. Maybe I should just stick to socks and tube cowls. I'm a simple person, after all.
It's an existential crisis, y'all, triggered by 200 grams of fingering weight sock yarn. Who knew my psyche was so precariously balanced?
In other news (aside from the fact that those carrots are STILL NOT COOKED), a friend and I took our girls on a field trip yesterday to 2 museums, with a stop at Shake Shack in between. It was a productive day, is what I'm saying. This morning we went ice skating, and if there is anyone out there who still thinks homeschoolers sit home all day, chained to their workbooks, well...you're wrong, obviously. In fact, I can't even find the workbooks right now.
Probably under a pile of yarn someplace, I guess.
Okay, now I have 10 minutes to turn a pile of raw carrots into something my family wants to eat with pot roast and potatoes. I should have a cooking show - Deadline: Dinner or something like that. A bunch of underachieving housewives can compete to throw together a tasty side dish from whatever happens to be in the fridge. Bonus points if none of the children cry when presented with the results.
Hey, Cooking Channel? CALL ME.