I had intended to write about St. Brigid and my lack of attention to it. Has anyone else been knitting on it lately? I am not the knit along hostess with the mostess! I did have my mom take a look at mine and my mistake and she agreed I should leave it. It will be tacked down–or whatever it requires later.
I am sitting here typing with sticky fingers. The dishwasher is full and needs to be run. I am treating myself to waffles this morning and all we have left is a little Lion King fork. When we bought this house, over 2 years ago, we intended to remodel it right away. It didn’t have a dishwasher…so 2 years later we are still rolling the dishwasher around the kitchen and hooking it up to the sink. Of course, that is better than no dishwasher at all. So, I should just quit complaining.
I had a parent training at Owen’s school yesterday. I tried to stay mad with Owen’s teacher but I couldn’t do it. He is such a nice person and Owen adores him. Owen is off tomorrow and Friday. We will have to think of something fun to do as Cameron and Gracie will be in school tomorrow. Bowling…Tiny Town…Chuck E. Cheese…
I finished a pulse warmer. They are actually kind of fun to make. There is the problem, like socks and sleeves, of having to make 2 but they go fairly quickly. And I actually like the monotony of stringing the beads.
The dinner dance for Owen’s school is a week from Saturday. Doh. I meant to lose weight. I meant to knit something nice to donate. I will try to whip up a pair of the Ugg booties and a foofy scarf. The waffles don’t help with the weight. I must start exercising. I will start exercising. Paris is on for the fall. And a friend is getting married in October. And it is the healthy thing to do.