Foreign Correspondent

I'm blogging to you today from the sanctity of my parents' condominium. They are away for the weekend and so I am utterly alone. Say it with me: a-l-o-n-e. No husband, no kids, no chihuahua. Just me :) I came here to get some work done.

These are some sweet digs, let me tell you. Marshmallow Fluff, miniature Dove Ice Cream Bars, Lean Cuisines (selection's a bit skimpy tonight though, I'll have to speak to management about that) and lots of diet beverages. And q-u-i-e-t. Did I mention I'm alone? They have DSL, cable tv, an impressive selection of dvds... Unfortunately, though, I'm here to work. Which I really do plan to do, any time now, as soon as I'm done talking about myself.

Knitting has been slow going. I'm finding I can only knit for a little while and then my fingers ache and I have to switch to something else, like crochet. I crocheted and then ripped out two scarves (pics later) because they were too big for a child and too dorky for me (well, I didn't think so at first but dh had that look on his face like, "OMG you aren't actually going to go out in that, are you?" Yeah, that look. Significant others are our link to reality.) The baby sweater's coming along slowly, and I've made some progress on the ripple afghan. Henry's on hold as I realized I haven't nearly enough yardage with the hand-dyed I bought. But thankfully knit and crochet things are still happening, so all is well on the fiber front.

Ravelry: ultimate time-sucking vacuum! Whee! One could conceivably go in there and never come back out. Lots of fun, though, and it's sort of like the heaven of the knitting world because you get there and are greeted by all those people you thought you'd lost. You know, the ones who used to blog :)

So, anyway, knit on. Hope you're also enjoying your little corner of the world.