flummoxed

That describes the dog with me home all day. I think she may be secretly disappointed not to be able to greet me in the afternoons. We've kept to our walk in the a.m. regimen, beating the rain on several occasions.



The makings of the Karma Throw. Who knew Mission Falls made cotton yarn asked the girl assuming it would be wool. It's a very interesting textury sort of fiber and while it's maybe not my favorite thing to knit with, I believe I will be pleased with the washable results.



Sock Count- I'm up to three. I have a working theory on using stash yarn. I'm not sure if we are psychologically disposed to use it as we should. The stripey yarn came as a destash prize from knitnight Marc. I had no problems ripping it open and laying down a sock. As I ponder using yarn that I purchased and have marinating, I am less inclined to do so. What's up with that? Is it the "what if the perfect pattern comes along and I've used that yarn already?" syndrome. As if more yarn could never be gotten. Like I said, it's a working theory. No conclusions yet.



I've been googling peasant skirts and believe that they are the most perfect article of summer clothing for my buddha belly and not always perfectly shorn legs. The link is a "how-to" without messing around with those pesky patterns. That may be next week's goal. I can only hope that the fabrics at Joanne's are more appealing than the yarns.

Also- note to self. Spices make food taste better. We whimsically picked up chicken seasoning and miraculously ate food last night that, as Mr. Sophanne put it, "didn't taste like you were eating it because it was good for you." All Hail Chicken Seasoning.