Contrary to popular belief, I have actually been knitting a stitch here and there lately. The John B. Monkeys are coming along slowly but surely. Watching Guinness (the field spaniel, not the frosty beverage) does provide me with a good deal more Metro commute time, so I should have a great deal more accomplished by the time I head back home this weekend. Here we are waiting for our train this morning. I forgot that I had to adjust my morning ritual to accommodate for my doubled commute. I guess it doesn’t really make much of a difference, since I’m late every day anyway. Oops!
After further guestimation, I think I’ll have enough yarn to finish my Clapotis scarf. There was a horrendous tinking incident that took place while watching Cutting Edge 3 (ABC Family strikes again). Matt Lanter, while adorable, is no D.B. Sweeney. Anyway, my new-and-improved Clap is just under three feet long now and I still have a few feet left on the first skein so I should be well in the clear. Famous last words. I haven’t decided how much I’ll be working on it at my cousin’s since there’s dog fur EVERYWHERE and I’m not sure I want to risk embedding it in something that’s going to be worn around my nose and mouth. That’s just asking for trouble.
Much like agreeing to dogsit when you’re allergic, I suppose.