The Knitting Goddess smacked me in the face this morning. Wake up Mafia, you overly-confident, almost-to-the-self-imposed-finish-line, IDIOT. Perhaps you noticed from yesterday's photo of two sleeves that I was increasing on only ONE side. Dumb.Ass.Amateur.Move. Why didn't you tell me??? Scaredy readers.
Ummmm. yeah. -- I spent the entire train ride this morning Ripping, Picking at Plies and Reorienting the
But hey ... it's all good [insert imaginary pot smoke exhale here] 'cuz I'm goin' to see KRIS tonight at Club Passim with Wifey, Little Man, Isadora and Marisa! The last time Little Man went to a Kris show he was at 4 months old. He was fascinated. So keep your fingers crossed that Lugh (freshly home after her spay surgery) is intact and that Little Man's current bought of "explosive diarrhea" has passed. Or let's just hope that Wifey has cleaned the car seat, packed several outfits, stashed emergency binkies* in every possible nook and cranny, and that Little Man will react to Kris in person the same way he does in the car, and fall asleep on my shoulder during the first set. Either way, I'm coming home smelling like hummus.
*Yes, he's too old. Yes, I'm soft on this issue. Yes, we have limits - they're only allowed in bed and in case of Mommies Needing Some Sexy Female Singer Songwriter Live In Person With Friends Unfortunately Timed While Babysitter Is Out Of Town Socializing. Got something to say about it? huh? huh? Yeah, I didn't think so. Kisses!