I almost forgot to post today. So there you go. Let’s see.
I got up this morning at around 8:00 with the deepest pillow wrinkle my cheek has ever seen. (It is now nearly 7:00 in the evening, and the pillow wrinkle is still there. Please don’t tell me to drink more water. I know.) Um, I went on a cardigan hunt with my mom and ended up with something red with sort of a funky neckline, if I may use the word funky without sounding like a complete tool. I ate some pesto.
All of that is boring, but this I love: Last year I knitted a baby hat for Meredith’s kindergarten teacher, who was about to go on her maternity leave. She called this afternoon to tell me that the hat was lost today, and she was wondering if I would be able to make another. This is exactly why I knit. I am now working on replacing that little boy’s hat, and am doing it knowing that the mom loves the hat and the baby wears the hat. (This is rare in the world of knitted gifts! Am I right, Knitters?!) Excellent. (And because I am who I am, I’m going to throw in an extra hat in Christmas colors! It’s coming, People. And because it’s coming, I just spent nearly thirty minutes putting together my holiday Facebook profile photo. I’m an expert at the wasting of time.)