I would like firstly to apologize for not being around. It's been a little whirly swirly crazy around here. My parents and younger brother are here for a visit and I'm so happy. I really love them and love having them around. My sister, however, is still trying to reconcile herself to some injuries sustained during the rough time of puberty when both my parents and she had some nasty things to say to and about one another. So things are tense when she's around. But otherwise, it's happy time and I have measured Pinkie on her and Pinkie's Bride has also been tried, measured, and found fitting. I'm almost done with P'sB, pictures are forthcoming.
I've done a lot of shifts at work and P'sB was there with me, and it was quite nice.
And here is my offering of Clue 1 from the Mystery Stole. They really come up with some STRANGE names for these nursing workbooks, don't you think? Anyways, due to some chronic confusion over the pattern (try as I might, I seemed always to have a stitch left over...it created a frustrated Kit who would mutter "I have frogged and knit this THREE TIMES already, it'll just have to look like madness because it IS madness in bloody lace-weight alpaca!"), it's not quite what it ought. But, I think I will frog our poor Mystery and reknit it again sometime this week. But I think I will pay the Rogue a bit of a visit. I do want the sleeves finished before I head off for Kansas on Monday. Hurrah for Kansas and the Yarn Barn and the new LYS of which I've heard only whispers of rumors.
Ever get one of those shirts that has beads and sequins on it? Ever find it demmed annoying? I know I do, particularly when I knit and it feels like I'm wearing sandpaper. Well! I don't know about the rest of you, but I think I just improved the lousy thing. Someone seriously went a bit off the deep-end with these ridiculous beads. And I went off the deep end removing the silly things. But now I think I can knit easier with this shirt. And I may get another one at Kohls, they are kind of fun to wear.
That's all for now. Stay tuned for next time when I have pictures of Pinkie's Bride attending the Robertson Round-Up otherwise known as the Robertson-oh-my-gosh-there-are-SEVENTY-EIGHT-OF-US???? I think my uncles and aunts need to STOP. Just because the patriarch and matriarch had 12 children does NOT mean they have to beat that.
Ugh, I wish Rogue was already finished...then I would not have gotten so cold out last night and I would not have a sore throat now. *whine*