(My foot, again, says, 'Hello.')
Yes, folks, that's right. I have taken it upon myself to enter the world of knitting. What you see here (see picture above) is the first square of my knitting experience. I had no plans for anything when I started to knit the square. I intended, at first, to make a scarf for my Princess, the cat, and when I compared the width of the square to his face, the square won. So, instead, I worked on binding the square off and using it to put hot pots on. I'm very proud of myself. I learned this by myself, with help from no one. My mother does not know how to knit, neither does my sister nor my dad.
I figured I'd make cute little clothes for Princess and Molly until I was good enough to knit names into scarfs. I've always loved those type things. Handmade sweaters and scarfs with the person's initial, or full name, on it. So, yes, I am excited.
I love creating. The power!
Yesterday I was at wal*mart, walking around, waiting for my parents while they were at Lowe's... And, I was walking down the girl's toy section and couldn't help but remember when I was kid, seeing a toy aisle is the way I feel about clothes, purses, books, electronics, or computer gear. How you get the swelling excitement in your chest and smoke wafting from your pocket full of cash. Yeah. Don't you miss those days where toys held that joy? Haha.
Then I wondered to the board games and realized I missed Scattergories.
I finished a book a couple of days ago. The Mysterious Affair at Styles. I love Ms Agatha Christi, but holy fucking god. It took me two fucking weeks to finish the 198 page book. I could read that in one, maybe two (depends how interesting) and it expended to two damn weeks. AHHHHH. I hated the way it was written, that's why. The mystery was a good one, but the writing sucked. I am so happy that she progressed to a neater, cleaner style of prose rather than that slop, ugh.
I just looked over my shoulder and my dog's head was craned over my doorway, ears perked, mouth seemingly smiling. And, as I stared at her for two short seconds I pictured a pink hat on her head, a bonnet. Ack. I can't wait until I get good, haha.
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