My monthly post
So it seems that I only get around to posting about once a month these days, if that. Since I'm probably the only one reading this, that's probably okay.
Knitting continues. My Cabin Cove Mercantile stuff is almost knit up into a pair of socks (and a lovely pair they'll be, too), but they've been stalled by the arrival (and the subsequent knitting up of) much yarn for the Lily Chin reversible cabled afghan. I'm loving it. I'm on the 6th skein of 12. And I love it so much that I can't wait to knit some more.
Next week I'm going to San Francisco to see my seminary ladies. We're going to the beach. And I'll see my sister and her family.
And while I'm in the Bay Area, I'm getting my hair cut. Why is it that I can't quite bring myself to trust anyone here in Toledo with my hair? I've let a random Roman hairdresser cut my hair (and no, my Spanish did not help me communicate with her or her minions). But I won't let anyone in Toledo come close with scissors. Maybe it is because it took me so long to recover from that time in Rome. But I digress.
When I get home from SF, it will almost be my birthday (Which reminds me of Charlotte on Making Fiends). And the Yarn Harlot is coming to my region, having a reading in Ann Arbor on Palm Sunday. So directly after church, I will be going up to Ann Arbor. It will be a good day, I can tell already.
Alright, back to the Lily Chin afghan. I must finish this thing before it gets hot and humid here in Ohio.
Knitting continues. My Cabin Cove Mercantile stuff is almost knit up into a pair of socks (and a lovely pair they'll be, too), but they've been stalled by the arrival (and the subsequent knitting up of) much yarn for the Lily Chin reversible cabled afghan. I'm loving it. I'm on the 6th skein of 12. And I love it so much that I can't wait to knit some more.
Next week I'm going to San Francisco to see my seminary ladies. We're going to the beach. And I'll see my sister and her family.
And while I'm in the Bay Area, I'm getting my hair cut. Why is it that I can't quite bring myself to trust anyone here in Toledo with my hair? I've let a random Roman hairdresser cut my hair (and no, my Spanish did not help me communicate with her or her minions). But I won't let anyone in Toledo come close with scissors. Maybe it is because it took me so long to recover from that time in Rome. But I digress.
When I get home from SF, it will almost be my birthday (Which reminds me of Charlotte on Making Fiends). And the Yarn Harlot is coming to my region, having a reading in Ann Arbor on Palm Sunday. So directly after church, I will be going up to Ann Arbor. It will be a good day, I can tell already.
Alright, back to the Lily Chin afghan. I must finish this thing before it gets hot and humid here in Ohio.
posted by Abby | 8:19 PM
1 Comments:
it was so good to see you Abby! I'm sorry I didn't get to officially say goodbye but I'll see you this summer when I get to Ohio. Maybe we can take a trip to Cedar Point...my treat! see you soon!
Peace out,
Katie
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