Ok, maybe I do, but not a lot. For someone who's got a lot done, I'm feeling rather lazy. Fry and Hubs are doing the newspaper payment collections at the moment. They'll fight, since Fry is fighting a cold, then do the Chip and Dale thing on apologies, then fight again.
Friday: Cleaned, grocery shopped for only South Beach stuff, shopped at Joann's, worked on my sock.
To frog or not to frog, that is the question. Whether 'tis nobler to exactly match the stripes or let the imperfections be a beauty unto itself...
I'm probably not going to sweat it, much. If it were a gift, oh yeah, it'd have been frogged and reknit already. But for me? Bleh. My sneaks will cover it anyway.
Stash enhancement, like, I need it.If my Mom, Dad, sisters, friends, should happen to like any of these colors, they should let me know. Each skein of yarn will make one sock for an adult. Their mates, while not the same dyelots, surely, are on their way here. The colors are all discontinued, so while they exist, I had to get them. There are three others I couldn't find matching skeins for, so they're going to be kids socks in a future life.
Saturday: Clean house, fix dinner, family time and that's it.
Sunday: Same song, second verse, except I'm thinking I need to felt this just one more time. It's nice, but way too wide. It's ok so far, but not where I want it to be. There's a little yellow blob there, for some strange reason. There's no join or anything, very odd.