One year, eight months, 16 days
I've been a widow now for one year, eight months, and sixteen days. Twenty months and two weeks, if you call it by the way...
Sweet Sixteen!
I have sixteen things on the needles right now. … … :blink: … What, too much?
But, just look at them all! So pretty! So colorful! So fun to work on! (OK, maybe not those Viper Pilot socks…) So soft! How can I resist them?! (Note to self: no more knit-alongs until after the holidays! Also, FINISH SOMETHING! FOR THE LOVE OF ZOMBIE JESUS! A;DLJFA;LDJFA;DJF!!!1!)
i could do with a month of “no cast on” . butt, and it’s a lovely butt ; i’ve had to give up hot wings so i won’t give up cast on .