Still Here!!!!
And from out of the mist a distant voice dimly whispers " I'm still here..." Guess I just can't bring myself to quit blogging completely-even though at this time I have very little to say. Mostly, I've been knitting and crocheting stuff for my kitchen. So far there are seven crocheted Tea towels-my own pattern, and six knitted and crocheted dishcloths. I have really enjoyed making them. I suppose I like making things that are useful. You can buy all the tea towels you want from store, but it is just so much fun to make them. Some are in plain colors and some are just plain gaudy, crazy color schemes.
My crazy socks are still only two thirds finished. There are just too many things sidtracking me from them. The shrug is bogged down in a box-yes I'll finish it eventually -I keep getting ideas for a better one. Little improvements you know. And pretty soon your are completely away from your pattern and on your own.
Christmas is coming and I still don't have my tree up. I'll put the little bogger up as soon as I can. And all the other little doodads that go with it. The cats are going to be a problem-at least the little one will be. In case you are wondering why I never call the little one by name-it because.. she only comes to the phrase "little s**t".
She spends so much time in trouble and getting taken out of things and being swatted with a newspaper, and both myself and my DH got in a habit of saying "You get out of there, Little S**t" that she thinks that is her name. Isn't that awful? Now how to change it, we have been trying. I guess we'll just have to keep working on it.
My crazy socks are still only two thirds finished. There are just too many things sidtracking me from them. The shrug is bogged down in a box-yes I'll finish it eventually -I keep getting ideas for a better one. Little improvements you know. And pretty soon your are completely away from your pattern and on your own.
Christmas is coming and I still don't have my tree up. I'll put the little bogger up as soon as I can. And all the other little doodads that go with it. The cats are going to be a problem-at least the little one will be. In case you are wondering why I never call the little one by name-it because.. she only comes to the phrase "little s**t".
She spends so much time in trouble and getting taken out of things and being swatted with a newspaper, and both myself and my DH got in a habit of saying "You get out of there, Little S**t" that she thinks that is her name. Isn't that awful? Now how to change it, we have been trying. I guess we'll just have to keep working on it.