Hope springs eternal?
I have once again lept into the great black time suck that is knitting a Grown Up Girl Sweater.
Fifteenth time is the charm right?
I'm still searching for that missing third skein of virgin yarn. It is starting to drive me crazy and haunt my dreams. I'm ready to offer my kids a dollar if they can find it.
The dollar reward usually works.
In other news
My purple hair was looking ridiculously cute today in milk maid braids. And I didn't meet a single person I knew.
I'm sure it will look wavy, crazy, homeless tomorrow and I'll run into the entire Elementary School staff in the grocery store.
In baby news
This is what happens when Pork Chop plays with the Queen.