As in $20 to the person who can tell me where I left my stinkin' camera. The last time I had it I was taking a picture of Lil Liza Jane as she was waiting for the brudders three to arrive. (2 weekends ago). There's a great shot of her looking longingly out the window just before the action began. After that it's all a blur.
In unexpected knitting news, I've finished chart 1 (and all associated repeats) of Icarus. Imagine my surprise last Friday when I didn't read the pattern, started chart two too soon and had to tink 341 lace stitches. (you crack me up if you noticed the two too and had a little laugh in your head)
A few posts ago there was a picture of Lil Liza from this summer in the sunny grass. I will confess here that when Cindy asked about whether the green stuff under her feet (in the picture) was hurting her, I did indeed start an email to her that said "no that's the grass, she likes it" before I realized her funniness. I was feeling pretty dense about it all until this evening when Aunt of Sophanne (before she gave it any thought) said "why don't you have any snow at your house?" It must just run in the family.
Tonights feature film is Kansas City Confidential
4 comments:
How funny! All, but the tinking back of 341 stitches. That part sucks. I know where your camera is. It's in someplace "safe". Good luck!!!!
Look in the piano bench, look in the couch, between cushions, behind pillows. Look under couches, beds, chairs....you had kids in your house, it could be anywhere. You'd be surprised where I've found things....
Whenever I look and look (and look) for something, it turns out to be under or behind something. Pick up everything, move the furniture. You'll find it.
There was a day when I came home from work, put things away, looked at my mail, then opened the refrigerator to find my hat in there. I had put the milk on the shelf in the coat closet.
A camera could be hiding in a pocket, a bag, a knitting basket . . .
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