Not-Dead Fred

Reports of my death by hideous accident involving two DPNs, a tub of cocoa butter, and three live chickens were . . . well, entirely made up. By me. Right now.



My girlfriend was here for two weeks. Thus, in lieu of knitting and internet there were copious makeouts and cuddles. We got out to Linda's stitch'n'bitch, though. The girlfriend crochets like a fiend, pictures of the adorable Cain and Glitch to come. I still have to knit them both weetiny coats to complete the look. And find Cain's hat. And to make something that isn't lace.

No FOs. No new WIPs. Barely any old WIPs. I feel lame and sad. But not at all, because cuddles! And yarn. The girlfriend's mom sent along two skeins of her handspun, which is waiting to be fondled, dyed, and fondled a little more. Cuddles!

Yes, I'm still floating, why do you ask?

I do, however, now have new blocking squares! Yay for the dollar store. I may need more. We will find out shortly.

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