It’s 6:00am; do you know what your mother is doing?

This mama has been busy for an hour and a half. The bench is disassembled and in the back seat, ready to take to Firstborn’s tonight, either before or after Knit Night.

The recycling is out to the curb. The garbage is by the door, ready to go out to the curb.

The bathtub is filling full and waiting for me.

My bags are packed for work and Knit Night. In the knitting bag I have Juno Regina, where I am midway through pattern motif #6. And several sizes of larger needles, to play with multiple strands of Wool of the Andes which one of my friends is bringing. And a ball of the Chelsea Silk to pass around.

I’m going to noodle around until I replicate the grist of the yarn that “Fur Sure” requires. Because I can neither afford nor justify paying over $300 for Baby, even if it comes in the most glorious shade of red. And if the experiment is successful, I will order vast quantities of the new kettle-dyed WOTA and whip up the jacket that I have been coveting for a couple of years now, the one that will feature the vintage opossum fur collar [most likely older than I am, from the style and the condition of the lining].

I have mascarpone cheese in the fridge. And more of it to take to Brother Sushi, likewise before or after Knit Night. I am driving in today, because I will be such a busy bee after work.

Had a great dinner and visit with LittleBit last night.

No pictures today; there is mincemeat pie in the fridge, and I am hungry. So I'm going to spend that time savoring a slice of pie.

The clothing organization project appears to be working. And I hung up all the clothes that have mysteriously leaped out of my closet and onto various pieces of furniture. I have no idea how that happens!

Happy Tuesday, everybody. Pick up those sticks and knit like you mean it!