Well I feel like a moron. I'm sitting here in my office on a gorgeous Monday afternoon, looking out the window, and waiting for the mailman to come. Guess what? He ain't comin. It's a stinking holiday. And I WANT the yarn I scored on EBAY last week. Note that I didn't link to it. I'm hogging it all to myself. Tis mine - all mine. So now I am sad. Damn dead Presidents.
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Here's an in progress shot of the "george" socks. I've actually turned the heel but haven't gotten around to more photos. George is on temporary hold while I frantically try to complete a scarf for my precious Brenna. She is going visiting in Colorado and needs something to keep her darling neck warm and to remind her that Aunt Kel is a complete sucker for her big blue eyes. Thank goodness that Cayla's hat still fits or I'd be up all night. Thanks
Jose` for the assist yesterday. That patient kept giving me such a quizzical look every time you called me Ramon. And that FOB was HOT! Yummy.