Doesn’t that phrase sound awfully contradictory? Men, I tell ya. Anyways. So yesterday I was knitting away. You know knitters, as soon as fall rolls in they get the itch. My remedy of choice is Indian Summer (look it up on ravelry. I’m lazy. I’ll link to it when I post the final product, promise.) Very appropriate, considering the fall is more summery than the summer was here this year. I’m using a yummy silk/bamboo combo I bought on sale in the spring @ michaels. My husband took a few pictures of me knitting. I almost lied there and said he decided to take a few pictures, but to be honest he was sitting in the office clicking away happily after I finally booted him away from his World’s Deadliest Catch marathon when I hollered, “Hey honey? When you come in here, you wanna take the camera? And take a few pictures of me knitting??” (because when I
yell holler, I end everything with questionmarks to soften it up a bit.)
