Stoic enough to remake a garment several times over until it's good enough to wear out in public, foolish enough to buy more yarn than I could ever hope to knit, and hopeful enough keep doing it anyway. Plus the other stuff in my life.
Sunday, November 21, 2004
I must apologise to my boy, for accusing him of stealing my nail clippers. I looked everywhere except where they're supposed to be. I hope he forgives me. Meanwhile I must've trimmed off enough of the keratin stuff to do some scratchy damage to any unsuspecting epileptic who might have a fit on my living room rug...