Some reasons why Mommy
drinks requires medication:
1. Surprise nipple piercings. As in, “Why were you late getting home from school?”
“Oh, I stopped off on the way home and got my nipples pierced.”
“… really? ….”
Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for body mod. But this hasn’t been the best week and Bad Surprises Are Bad. Timing really is everything.
2. Teenage hijinks. As in, “I snuck all my school uniforms into the Goodwill and now I have nothing to wear to school and since you are insisting that I wear uniforms, you must buy me new ones.”
3. Hiding in your car from your teenagers because of aforementioned hijinks, calling your mother and apologizing profusely and begging her to unbury the voodoo doll while she laughs herself sick.
Uh. There’s more. That’s just today. But, ya know, that probably at least gives you the gist of things.
drinking heavily heavily medicated, Mommy is indulging in a lot of fibery therapy.
Clockwise from top to bottom: Knotty Glove from handspun; a test of a new “ply as you go” technique that I saw on Ravelry today – basically you spin the single, N-ply it, wind it onto the cop, spin another length of single, N-ply, and keep going. Brilliant for so many reasons; BFL from Zen Yarn Garden on the Spindlewood; Socky Deathmatch V, as in, I ripped that sucker out again and cast on something else but it’s going ok so I think I might be winning.
Socky Deathmatch is the only actual Basket of Shame item pictured, however I got 5 rows done on Juno Regina last night at my Rose City Knitters group. First time going, really nice group of ladies. We met at the Coffee Gallery in Altadena, next week is Bean Town in Sierra Madre. Can’t wait! It’s good to remember that humans are, occasionally, social creatures.