Another person has been welcomed as a naturalized citizen of Bloglandia. Go check out her blog.
She’s not a knitter, but has other, equally interesting things to write about (I’m particularly fond of her post involving the caramel apple, seeing as I ate a portion and can attest to its deliciousness).
I fear that the Nine Taylors (which has been purchased and will be on its way to me soon) is the death of the Super Secret project. Okay, so maybe death is a little strong. Forced hibernation, maybe? Well, anyway, I am not very good at denying myself fun things (which is why I have eleventy billion projects going at any given time), and this thing will undoubtedly take precedence over all other things, including, but not limited to, sleep, food, and general well-being. I won’t feel the need to watch TV, though. That much is a good thing. I will make a valiant effort not to bring it to work with me. I will, however, bring it along on Thursday evenings to ringing practice, and make all the ringers jealous, and perhaps they will become knitters. And then maybe my husband will feel left out and want to become a knitter. I think that this was the plan all along.
(And I just won’t acknowledge the fact that I have eleventy billion projects in the works, making this eleventy billion and one)