I figured I must have. Or else ya'll were far underwhelmed by the announcement that I finally quit my job. Or maybe you're just so dumbfoundly shocked that you can't manage to locate your key boards. I understand. I rather shocked myself.
Or possibly, you suspect that I stormed out onto Park Avenue last Thursday afternoon in a tizzy, igniting bridges and filing cabinets as I went, singing Johnny Paycheck songs at full volume, interspersed with an occasional chorus of I am Woman if somebody looked at me funny, and you are very afraid. Or you thought I might be ready to scope out a nice heating grate to cuddle over with my sign and a panhandler's cup (please help! out of work. need yarn.)
It was nothing like that ~ I always prefer a nice subway station over a sidewalk grate (warmer and better on the knees). And I don't carry matches anymore.
I have not thrown reason, overpriced designer boots and silk yarn to the wind. I have high prospects before me in a more financially rewarding position at a potentially less soul-sucking company. Potentially. Remember that.
But since the country music clip didn't grab you, I'll ante up some photos of Vera's Blanket and see if you bite. I'm still stuck in blanketland, yes, I shall never escape the pastel cotton, but my pattern has taken a twist. So to speak.
My newest creation is a Frankenstein of the remnants of four or five completed blankets and a handful of fun textured stitches for baby's little fingers to explore. Single skeins of left-over cotton were multiplying in my living room faster than I could knit, so I plucked a few as they scampered away from the cats and created my own little pattern for a striped blanket for Vera's little girl, who is due in July (Vera does not read this blog, so we're free to post photos of her blanket and chat away about it as much as we please!)
I'll even have a week off in April to
knit go to museums knit read travel study: because guess what idiot knitter signed up for the GMAT next month?