Forgive me interwebs, for I have eaten cake. And it was good. Also I have not always gotten to bed at the prescribed hour. And that was bad. On the other hand I have said the rosary every night. So that was good.
Thus endeth my interim Lenten report.
I’ve been hanging out with my dad & Amy, walking at the mall, and mostly doing this:
|I created an inadvertent pyramid|
But the best is my patent-pending small-waisted dish cloth! Obviously, the ends of my rows could use some work. Ha!
I bought this yesterday -
|I've already started working on the one that looks like creamsicle|
...and now I'm afraid that what Rudee said on my post yesterday is going to come true:
Before you know it, you'll be enslaved by that crochet hook and fiber. The road is a slippery slope to a sheep farm where you will become enamored of the ancient art of sheering sheep and learning to spin the fiber into wool. Dr. M will be your enabler. Before long, you'll be dragging anyone who'll go to the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival and entering the sheep to shawl contest.
It hasn't helped that my sister-in-law Bren taught me two new stitches the other day. Well, you know that if this prediction comes to pass you'll hear about it here!