So my mother is sitting on the couch knitting and all I hear is her saying “Gotcha you little whore.” I think she dropped a stich….
One of my favourite things is talking about books.
I could literally talk about books all day.
New books, old books, loved books, loathed books, popular books, forgotten books.
I take my knitting to the bar on campus on the weekends and when people would ask me why I would say “To pick up dudes.”
My reasoning behind this is that some dude would see me with my knitting and be like “Damn, that girl be knitting. That’s some good-ass wife material right there. Better wife that girl up because she be child bearing, matronly even.”
At the very least, it gets people to talk to me.
this is good!
i am knitting something for lilymarie but i just ran out of yarn with 12 rows left. bah humbug. i stopped at happy knits on the way home but they have already sold out of almost all of the just in manos del uruguay alegria (fingering weight)
they VERY nicely called all of the other merchants in portland but none had any. went to the google. purchased some from webs.
man, why can’t i knit and drive at the same time? my nine hour drive tomorrow is totally wasted knitting time!