And looking back to when Girlfriend got out of school in June, I'm wondering where the heck the time has gone.
We did manage to go to the beach this past weekend along with just about every other individual living in Southern California.
I knit a hat.
The sand didn't bother it.
My fingers didn't get sweaty.
And if sunscreen got in it, it'll wash out.
I'm one of those.
I'm also one of those who gets a little twitchy when strangers come up to me and ask me if I'm crocheting. I don't know why it bothers me so much because I like to crochet too, but I'm KNITTING. I can honestly handle just about every other question in the universe (except for when people walk up to me, look at Girlfriend and ask me if she's mine). I will admit that certain comments/statements are a different story, however. The ones that bother me the most are:
". . . Is it just me or (insert some subtle sarcastic anything here). . . ?"
". . . Am I missing something or (insert some subtle sarcastic anything here) . . . ?
"How cute is that?" (Shouldn't it be: "That's cute." or "Isn't that cute?") This phrase will work with just about any adjective and is equally annoying to my ears.
The worst thing about these statements that bug me is that they happen a lot in the knitting world. As in:
"Is it just me or does your stitch count on the ruffle section have an incorrect number?"
"Am I missing something? I ordered your pattern .12 nanoseconds ago and it still isn't in my in-box."
"That hat pattern on that fake newborn baby: How cute is that?"
"Loopy Ewe just added new stock! Squee!" (Woot works here, too.)
Okay. You got me on a so-so day. It has been a doozy.
But the good news is: The weekend is going to be Temari Ball-tastic.
BTW: No, it's not your imagination. Someone's hair is on that ball. And it isn't mine.