I wanted a wee break from the miter knitting.
I could either block curly little cotton squares... or start weaving in those wriggly ends.
That was an easy choice. One that I might start to regret later when those spaghetti strings get all tangled around my ankles and trip me over the edge. If the cats don't take care of that first.
I forgot to count this morning, but I promise, there are more little squares littering my apartment than were there the day before. They look so much more elegant all pinned and flat.
School starts tomorrow. I can't figure out if this feeling that a rattlesnake is coiling and twisting in my stomach is from nerves or just a hangover. Or maybe I've been looking at those loose ends too long. Either way, last night's tequila was a very bad idea indeed.