Hope you’re surviving the BLIZZARD OF THE CENTURY or whatever it is the Weather Channel guy keeps trying to convince us about. We had our own shocking snow event here the other night: the almost-an-inch has us shut us down to the point that we’re living off our leftover 9/11 supplies–I mean, Progresso soups NEVER EXPIRE, do they?
Clif managed to go snow skating even when there wasn’t technically any snow left to skate.
Cat and Pin Update
I know that you will be relieved to know that after getting all those kind-hearted, cat-lovin’ pin-ingestin’ warnings, I threw a leftover toga (Mythology Theater was Thursday morning for the third graders) over my blocking, which of course led the cats to be more interested in it than ever.
I, on the other hand, am at such an abject moment, a third of the way through the final sleeve of this cursed Pearl, that I may just ditch the leaning cables altogether and go stockinette, or God help me, garter stitch. I can’t recall a time I’ve been so thoroughly ready to MOVE ON.NOW.
See? The left-leaning cables still look warbly, no matter how carefully I do this and that. The right leaners continue to behave perfectly. This soul-suckin’ sleevefest has led me to watch almost an entire season of America’s Next Top Model, from a year so distant that the winner has probably already become America’s Previous Top Model. I’ve also knitted through last season’s Real Housewives of Orange County, a show that’s hard to watch because all the women look eggzackly the same, and which gives me the chance to sit in on conversations such as “When Did You Have Your Breast Implants Done and Is Seventeen Too Young?” I don’t get enough chance to chime in on discussions like that, here in Nashville. I did, however, see a woman on a slant board at the Y last week who defied gravity in such a spectacular way that I felt like I ought to compliment her. I mean, her parts were so very vertical at a moment when most women are sort of horizontal. Way to go, lady!
Oh, and I managed to see the first episode of Running in Heels, which I instantly Tivoed because it’s The Devil Wore Prada come to life.
Very sorry to be telling you all this. Just terrible. The sooner I finish these sleeves, the sooner I can reclaim the higher moral ground. Or something, anything. Help meeeeeee!