The best laid plans
Is that what chickens and hookers do? ha ha ha!! Get it? Oh hush, Brian, it's funny and you know it.
Anyway. I'm already an Olympic failure. Even before the games began. I'm the dork that fell BEFORE the starting gate (and that would be just like me, too). My needles will not be arriving today. Or tomorrow. I know this because I'm psychic. Or because I just got an email stating they were mailed today.
In the words of Homer Simpson...Doh!!
So, we move to Plan B (please be impressed that I actually HAVE a Plan B) which is that I am going to knit or crochet 10 items (or more if the wrist co-operates) for charity. I already have a sleeve done for one sweater, can I still work on that and count it? A few of the 10 items will be for the Heartmade Blessings project that Drew needs squares for. I can whip those out pretty quick. Of course, I'll be sleeping in a wrist brace for awhile (Brian just loooveees that), but it is all for the team. Right?
This should be really interesting. Stay tuned. Hopefully we won't have to witness the "agony of defeat" (remember ABC sports and that guy crashing down the mountain every Saturday? I really don't want that to happen to me.).
Knit (or crochet) on!!
Posted by Heather at 9:58 AM