See how this goes?
Also, JoeCollege is back from school for the summer and has taken residence downstairs in my workroom. His summer job has him working nights stocking shelves at Walmart, so during the day he is downstairs hibernating RIGHT NEXT TO MY STASH. Do you know how difficult it is to play with my yarnporn when there is a growly teen next to it? And now when I feel empowered to actually update it, I know I'm missing significant additions and I can't go down there because the petulant night stalker—errr, stocker—will growl at me so really, what's the use?
Grrr. Aaargh. (And we'll speak of that later.)
So now I'm surfacing from a particularly hectic week of conferencing, followed by a particularly nasty bout with bronchitis, and I'm feeling like I might make a tender stab at rectifying the horrific situation that is my Ravelry stash. Oh, all you knitters that keep asking me about my yarn; some of this is already long gone, just not updated. My bad.
Grrr. Aaargh. (And we'll speak of that later.)
So now I'm surfacing from a particularly hectic week of conferencing, followed by a particularly nasty bout with bronchitis, and I'm feeling like I might make a tender stab at rectifying the horrific situation that is my Ravelry stash. Oh, all you knitters that keep asking me about my yarn; some of this is already long gone, just not updated. My bad.
But I'll see what I can do.
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