7 Small Shawls: T - 179 days and counting down.
Le Freak, c'est Chic.
Going through my mind as I completely lose said mind. Nothing is cooperating. The sekrit project yarn is splitting, the pattern is not quite right, Mr. Romi's project is taking longer than expected, the kids are fighting and not doing their work, and drama abounds at Chez Romi among the younger set. I find myself sitting there with my shoulders up around my ears. Relax, I tell myself. Those shoulder pains are not a heart attack-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack. Is it a bad sign that I think in 70s music when I'm stressed?
I had a great post for today about "killing" your yarn when blocking a shawl. But it seems to have succumbed to the general wackiness around here. Or maybe my computer did. At any rate, it's gone. And I'll have to re-do it tomorrow because it's not gonna happen tonight!
Back to work for me.
Labels: general brainlessness