Oh boy, what a mess. I am mired in the move, so I am sorry if I am a bit behind down here.
Seriously, I can barely find the floor. Like a fool I packed most of my yarn in the load we took up last week, so I am left with a totally odd assortment of stuff. You know how it is, the few balls of knit-picks will in impossibly odd colors.
I did manage to finish one hat for little-sis. I think I also have enough to do mittens for this fall.
I asked her what she wants in a mitten the other night on the phone (the girls are staying with my parents during the final chaos of the move). She thought for a minute, then said she wants a thumb that can open. She's a thumb sucker. I am trying to think of a way to work it without ending up with a spit soaked mitten. Knowing her if I do not figure out this bit of knit-geneering she just will go gloveless is the frosty wasteland that is Richmond in January.
We leave on Saturday. Big truck full of furniture. For the record I turned 33 this April and this is my 16th move. Wish us luck!
6 comments:
16 moves? Wow! Best of luck to you:)
You're on the home stretch now! Good luck!
Wishing you the best for a terrific move!
Surely you can do a thumb flap just like those convertible mittens with the hand the flips up, right?
Good luck with the move. We moved 3 miles a month ago and I'm still up to my eyeballs.
i hope it went well!!!
Looks like I've got you beat on the number of moves. I just turned 31 the other day, and not counting any possible times that my parents moved us before I was old enough to remember, I'm up to 20 (and, I wasn't a military brat, nor were we on welfare and kicked out a lot). Soon, we'll be doing number 21, which will most likely be our last for a really long time if not forever.
I never actually sat down to count it out like that before. Scary. One positive thing about it, I think is that it makes a person highly adaptable. For me, it doesn't matter much where I am but who is there with me.
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