That was an entry in my mini marble notebook a few weeks back. Don't know for sure what I was going for, but, like my grandma once said to me about aging and memory loss: "At least, when you're getting older and more forgetful, you can be sure there's always a surprise around the corner or something 'new' to learn."
Amen to that, sister.
I used to get angry at my mother because she was the type to rip something perfectly good to shreds and make something new out of it. I'm sort of at a loss for a perfect example, but a quick one would be that she ripped up about 2,000 square feet of perfectly good, fluffy white carpet with true grit, her bare fingers and toes, and left only the skin of her teeth and about a few hundred rusty nails behind one evening while I was out on a date with a guy with a French accent. Thing is, he had too much gold on to truly be a Frenchman, or at least that is what I thought at the time. (Plus, he had the shortest hair and the cleanest ears to date. He didn't kiss me, and it is a good thing, not that I didn't like him or anything, but I was put off by his fancy car at such a young age and his stinky perfume. I would have punched him in the gut if he tried to kiss me, and to be brutally honest, he would have probably done the same to me if I tried to touch him, too.)
What do you think about that thing laying on my chair?
As far as I'm concerned, it would make a much better pillow than it has acted as my purse. Yeah, I got it on sale, but it still cost me a boatload. Not that it hasn't been a nice purse, but it sure looks a lot better laying there on my chair, acting as a pillow, with it's dark, cavernous interiors and lack of pockets and all.
Tomorrow, after I work on my balls (yes, it's Temari time again), I shall go get one of those crescent-shaped leather needles, a fluffy pillow filler, and get to work.
I know all about those crescent-shaped needles because my mom had several. And don't you dare tell me to take it to my local shoemaker to be sewn up. I wouldn't trust him; I wouldn't trust him at all.
BTW: It's after 10 but tonight I'm going to cast on for Bibi designed by my friend, Lisa Shobhana Mason. When I saw her pattern, it spoke to me. You all know I never get to wear knits, but I knew that my LYS had the yarn and in a color that would go with something in my closet. And since it has short sleeves and the fiber is mostly cotton, it's a no brainer as far as I'm concerned.