1. Finished the buttons! I put them in a ziploc bag. The husband says they look like blueberries. They do, sort of.
2. Re-discovered The Highlander TV series, and found it to be less awesome than I remembered. It has not weathered the years very well. I realized this upon seeing Duncan McLeod, who, to my 13-year-old self, was this dark, handsome, long-haired brooding gent. Now? Well, he’s still fairly handsome and retains those same traits, but I now realize those include a mullet, poofy pirate shirts and very high-waisted jeans. He’s totally the immortal Chuck Norris (complete with karate-style ass-kickingness). Actually, everybody wears high-waisted jeans in the series at some point. Oh, well. I was no older than 17 when I watched the series. It can be forgiven. Remind me to find the fanfiction I wrote about it and burn it.
3. Contracted some sort of cold. And an intestinal thing. I suppose it’s better to get it all out of the way at the same time.
And that’s it. I have some sewing to do and some kits to create for a class at the Crossroads event Owl’s Nest is putting on at the end of the month. Perhaps if I get it all done soon, there will be knitting. I’m thinking of casting on the Shaped Arch socks, and using some of my stash that’s been sitting around for forever.
knitters = angry mob 
I recently re-discovered the Highlander shows too. I found that I could watch maybe two or three per season to get the gist of when things changed (like his old lady getting iced). I seem to remember it being more “mystical” too. But I was a young(ish) married lass then.
Feel better!
He did start to grow his mullet out after a few episodes, though. That was something.
I’m making a game of trying to guess what stuff blows up during the Quickening in each episode (he knows ALL the Immortals ever, apparently).