Good morning lovely people. Remember the other day, when I said I had so much to do and I was all excited about some new patterns I had? Well, I spent all night trying to get one of them to work with absolutely no success. I must have been doing something incredibly wrong, and almost broke my fingers trying to make it work. Which saddens me, because it was an amazingly awesome project that I’d love to own for myself. So after four hours or so of cursing and pain, I said screw it. Rem0ved from the queue. Arg.
But I made up for it last night, taking on the next project in line with rousing success. It’s a cute little market bag that I can whip up quick out of sturdy cotton. I’ll be churning out a few of these in the next week; my goal is four, since that’s how much yarn I bought. Makes sense, eh? So I started that last night while watching the opening ceremony of the winter olympics. I’m not an Olympics person, I hardly ever watch any events or get even remotely interested. But it was Friday, I was home by myself, and there wasn’t a damn thing on tv. And it wasn’t bad, I stuck around long enough to see the Aboriginal tributes, and the march of all the different countries and their athletes. There’s a lot of frickin Americans there, I’ll say that. More than anyone else, in fact. Which, to me, seems unfair when they talk about medal counts and how many their aiming to win. It seems a lot easier for 216 Americans to win 40 medals than for 65 Russians to do it. Just saying. This year I’ve decided to cheer for the South Americans, because apparently no South American country has ever gotten a medal in the Winter Olympics. I’m not anti-American or anything, I just like to root for the underdog sometimes. Go Chile! Knock em dead, Brazil!
Well, I haven’t had my coffee yet and I’m hoping to finish up this bag today, so I better get back to it. Y’all take care, you’ll hear from me again soon.
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