First the good news. All this tweedy lacy tunic - y goodness. Once again I have to thank the knitting gods for giving me a soothing, therapeutic project to turn to when everything else seemed to go to hell in a handbasket. If it's any indicator of my weekend, I can tell you that this regular length sweater somehow turned into a tunic.
That extra length might have been an unconscious decision, based on my strung out needs these past couple of days, but design-wise, I'm thinking it's a good thing.
This will make a lovely tunic...
See, we had houseguests.
Who aren't my biggest fans, and ho don't drink cocktails, wine or beer. Houseguests who make me nervous enough to spend a few days filling every silence by blathering on and on about all kinds of shit and then wondering if I even made any sense.
Luckily, I had the knitting to keep me sane on the inside even if I seemed like a crazy person on the outside. But, all's well that ends well, right? I have a tunic, my house and family back to myself, and I'm ready to get back to feeling like the competent wife, parent and human that I usually feel like.
Who aren't my biggest fans, and ho don't drink cocktails, wine or beer. Houseguests who make me nervous enough to spend a few days filling every silence by blathering on and on about all kinds of shit and then wondering if I even made any sense.
Luckily, I had the knitting to keep me sane on the inside even if I seemed like a crazy person on the outside. But, all's well that ends well, right? I have a tunic, my house and family back to myself, and I'm ready to get back to feeling like the competent wife, parent and human that I usually feel like.
Deep sigh. Time to eat some tombstone cupcakes!
(or one of those cider and rum thingys)
Only 4 days till Rhinebeck!!!??
(or one of those cider and rum thingys)
Only 4 days till Rhinebeck!!!??
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