And for everybody else who happens to be a fiber dork, too:
I’m in awe. Especially of these:
And speaking of puppies, if you make a post with “puppies” in the title, or, even better, titled just “Puppies!”, I can guarantee you that it will be your most popular post. This makes me want to give erroneous titles to all my posts, just to see which ones get the most hits. But I won’t. Because that would be too self-referential, kind of like the last three sentences. MOVING ON…
I’m nearly done with the super-secret project. Fleagle apparently has done a seamless version, but I didn’t know that until I’d knit three already, so I’m going to do them all with half-assed seams, since the recipient probably won’t know the difference (unless she reads the blog, in which case I’ve just given myself away). I’ll be in a frenzy of knitting for the next couple of evenings in order to get them done in time (hint: they involve babies). I swear I’ll post photos when I’m done; I’m just uber-paranoid about giving away the surprise prematurely.
And lastly, yesterday was my one year anniversary at my place of employment, though it seems like a month has passed (or maybe as much as four). I got a balloon and a very nice bottle of wine and a lovely note from Molly (She Whose Title Is Too Small For What She Does), and they day was very nice (we also went out to lunch to eat too many chips and too much cheese dip, which is always a good idea), and then the monthly Persian Dance class went swimmingly, and Jadi declared that I did a Good Job, which made me feel pretty good. And then I developed Run On Sentence Syndrome, from which I may never recover.
Today will be a good day, too. It’s going to be 76 degrees outside, and I’m teaching my first class of the quarter, Portfolio ID. I’m going to scribble my syllabus in marker over the course of my lunch break. And then tell my students it’s part of my own personal identity system. Yes.