Middlest wondered what color my nails are.
They go with this. Ignore the back-fat, which is diminishing by the day. Look at the knot!
And here you have the whole enchilada. Or maybe the hot tamale?
And LittleBit the Glamour Queen.
Nothing exciting in Knitting Land yesterday. Another half inch on the Stripedy Stocking. I think I might begin Middlest’s socks today.
But now I have to dash over to the gastroenterologist’s office for my pre-colonoscopy interview with the nurse practitioner. Yes, there is a gallon of that awful cleansing jollop in my near future. It’s been three years since my first exam, and since they found benign polyps and removed them, I have to go back every three years. Looking ahead, that’s approximately 13 more gallons of that swill to look forward to.
Oh well, it beats the alternative.
- Four 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!