everybody's telling the truth.
I am TRYING to re-knit some nice denim and gold colored nylon ribbon yarn. The pattern is easy. P2tog, then YO or PPPPPPP. But can I get it consistent? No. The rows diabolically change the numbers of stitches. And I'm wanting to learn it. IT IS DRIVING ME INSANE. Well, not really. But I'm crabby.
And tomorrow I have clients, but as widely distributed through out the day as my schedule wold allow: 9 am. Noon. 8 pm. That sucks. But I think that in the afternoon I'll do some birthday shopping for DS, who is turning 23 (!) next week. Then I can take it to post office Tuesday and he might actually get it on time.
Boring boring gray day in Texas. I had no ambition, and amazingly enough, got nothing done. I am hungry... but trying to unearth what was once a lovely figure. So pigging out isn't an option, and I have no idea what to cook. Wish me luck in the kitchen.
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