Well ladies, I have not knit but one row since my last post. How pathetic is that? Indefensible, I know. The cause of my neglect can be placed on no other shoulders but my own, because I do ultimately choose how to spend my time.
However, indulge me a little. I met a tall, handsome, kind, sweet, loving, intelligent, spiritual, handy, stable, good with my kids man at Bible study almost to the day of my last post. And since then, I have become like a 17 year old again. Giddy and silly, trying to take myself sternly in hand and evaluate with unsympathetic eyes his potential as a future mate, but alas, to no avail....
I am in love! He is new to the area and asked me to look for a house for him to fix up and sell, but then in the same breath he tells me he wants to still have time for me and the girls and is worried that a fixer upper may put a strain on us. Did I mention thoughtful too? Ah well....
The other shawls posted here have been calling to me. Today, I am committed to at least three rows on this lovely, lace-knitting addictive shawl. Really, I will. Honest, I promise. Yes, I will. Really. Truly.
Sigh.
Lark