Hear them bells ringing?
Do ya? And do you know why them bells are ringing? (every time I write them my pinky feels obliged to hit that delete key as hard as it can. It’s the curse of the literati.) I finished it! The alpaca mammoth is now officially a sweater. With hood and all. I was up until way past 3am to finish it. It was like a rave for the yarn fanatic, - the crazy dance moves. There certainly were drugs (Allegra D!) and I did indulge myself in a whistle or two. The downside of being done with the sweater is that I now feel completely purposeless. This sweater has been attached to my lap every waking moment of the past 3 days. It played World of Warcraft with me. It watched Veronica Mars from my lap and sighed in disappointment when she dumped Logan. It went around Rome in my scooter. And was always within reach. I’m attached to it as, I imagine, one would be attached to a third nipple. Also horrified. I have a bunch of unfinished projects that await me, but we all know it won’t be the same.
I am still looking for a job and failing miserably. I might have to take up street walking if only to get out of the house. We have come up with a "Rome enjoyment" plan, but it’s been raining steadily for the past 3 days and it literally puts a damper on things and it makes it hard to run amok in the scooter. This Saturday we might make an excursion to the countryside to go check out a knit café.I will be cat sitting for Roberta too. So much to do, so little catnip.