The title is the first line to Pop Goes the Weasel which has remained as an ear worm since last week. Yikes.
This morning I had considered writing all future blog posts to the tune of Pop Goes the Weasel. I realized though that might be crazy-making, even for me.
Here's what it looked like when I came home on my birthday. That Mr. Sophanne... ain't he somethin'?
Since we've last chatted, my mom has come and gone. She wants me to send her step by step email directions on how to turn a heel. (there are 30 stitches- she's making sleepy socks) Is there some kind soul that has a site that will do this better than I?
I'm posting this from a new MacBook. Thanksgiving break will be spent making sure that the stuff on the MacBook Pro (that I have to give back) all gets transferred to this cute little machine. My guess? Everything will get transferred in triplicate. I'm just that way. And I'll back it up on the external hard drive- just in case. Any advice as to a smart way to do this (the older one doesn't have migration tools) will be most welcome.
Also in the news- I've knit an EZ baby surprise jacket. For a baby. Mr. Sophanne's GrandNephew. There were some errors thanks to me being stupid. I have enough yarn for a second try. What a fun knit. I'm heading to Yvonne's tomorrow to celebrate her existence on the planet and also with the hopes that someone there knows how to make groovy cool knitted/crocheted bobble buttons. PIctures to follow
Also fabulous Deborah (I don't have a link right at hand-I'll edit after we eat pizza) gave me an I love your blog award for which I'm truly honored. More to follow on that too. I've got to go get the pizza but I've missed yuns guys and needed a post-fix.