Delayed gratification. It’s the difference between a two-year-old and a grownup. [Well, that and the ability to reach up and turn the doorknob.]
This was my desk at work, with a stack of mail waiting to be opened, and the box from Snarky Designs with my November Sockdown prize yarn. See how good I was being? Don’t you just love my first attempts at airbrushing?
And this is the yarn itself.
Would you like a closeup?
How good is this yarn? Well, if I had a firstborn male child, I’d cut airholes in the box and send him back to her with a note saying, “More yarn, please!” The wool fumes kept me happily awake all afternoon.
- Five years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!