This is what I look like when someone doodles me!
2) Set theory.
Kiddo4: “I found this rusty bolt on the bus. One of the kids told me he’d give me all the money in the world for it. But I know he couldn’t do that, because I have some money.”
When I say “I’m not being picky, I just want — ” I am actually in the middle of being very, very picky. (Realized as I stood in the yarn store muttering to myself, “I’m not being picky! I just want a washable worsted weight wool in multiple color skeins!”)
4) Yeah, that.
If I ever, ever again, attempt to knit hats for a baby with anencephaly or fetal acrania, I need someone to start whaling on me with a skein of yarn until I return to my senses. Because I tried, and even though I’ve been able to do it before, this time it knocked me to the ground. I don’t even know the family I was sending them to (friend-of-a-friend) but I found myself sitting there, yarn in my lap, repeating, “I can’t do this. I can’t do this.” (I ended up making four.)
As it turns out, writing your violin teacher a huge check doesn’t actually teach you violin. You need to practice, too! Who knew?
Neither does the blog write itself. Sorry for the long absence.