Counting down...

Postseason is almost upon us. Given that my stomach feels like it has been on a rollar coaster for the past week or two, I felt the need to hark back to a simpler time. A time when I wore keds and side ponytails. But more importantly, a time when my Kings of Queens were Kings of Baseball. Enjoy.



I signed up for the Secret of the Stole but am not sure what yarn to purchase. Three options: Knit Picks Alpaca Cloud in Sand Heather, Shadow in Lost Lake Heather or maybe a Zephyr 2/18 but I can't find one that I like. Ideas?

Knitting with my cohorts on Saturday, we discussed my [insert your own adjective here] evening plans going to Dave & Buster's for a birthday. Oh. My. Well, it did allow me to drink large beers and win useless crap. Like this biting elephant. Cuz everyone needs a ... biting ... elephant.






Thankfully I didn't knit drunk. Or did I. Why, you ask? This one middle cable looks a tad longer than the rest. Does this mean that I can't count to ten?

Speaking of counting...