Fickle Fabulous!
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Nope.
If you look down through the slats in the blinds from the top, you can keep an eye on all the other cats in the neighborhood, thereby securing your status as king of all.
Okay, so it's maybe not the biggest discovery ever, but it does make me feel better about his mental state with all the growls coming from that corner of the room.
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Yeah.
Not going all that fast. (totally the fault of the leg-downed-ness, not the yarn, Beth) There were pattern decisions to be made since the yarn is highly varigated and yet really wants to be knit with a lace pattern. I don't know why it does, but it does. The one I'm doing now is... okay. Suggestions for other fun lace patterns will be accepted - working on 52 stitches not that it really matters. But I chugged on. I forged forward. I sallied forth.
And an hour later I had this.
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Doesn't it just make you giggle out loud? Poison green and purple striped yarn on hot pink needles? It's fabulous, isn't it? It is, it's fabulous. If you must know (and with all that fabulousness, you must) it's Lorna's Laces sock yarn in Jungle Stripe and I love it and all its fabulousness.
It's possible that maybe, just maybe, I'm easy to amuse. I blame the yarn. Cuz when your husband is away again (really, at this point, it's news when he's home) and will be away for your wedding anniversary, and you're in a foul mood and tired and achey from lack of synthroid, feeling this giddy can only be blamed on fabulous yarn.
It truly is fabulous, isn't it? It is.
It's one hour later and I want a full sweater in this colorway.
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Say it with me.
Fabulous.