Knit & Hacheu

I haven't progressed much in the wedding planning department. Yet, I haven't regressed either. I'm just hangin' in that new galaxy called limbo. Taking it easy. You know how I like to do it.

Meanwhile for the past two months, I've been suffering from a gnarly allergy attack that seem to rear it's wretched head in the early morning. Sneeze. Snot. Blow (my nose). Snot. Blow. Sneeze. Blow. Blow. Damn to all hell blow. I've blown my nose so much, that I should be a desccicated bark of a shrew. I've sneezed so much that my brain should have projectiled far into space by now. I've been steering away from over-the-counter allergy medicines, just 'cause the side effects is never a fair trade. Indeed, my allergies will disappear, but I'll probably grow a second head between my butt cheeks. Who wants that?

On a lighter note, I've discovered the secret to enlightenment! It's not drinking a dixie cup of kool aid. It's not meditating in the eye of a vortex waiting for outer life intelligence to take you on a magic carpet ride. It's knitting! Joy! Jump! Joy! I thought knitting was just for land folks. You know the farming type. The ones that milk their cows to make cheese and butter. The ones with kids that walk a thousand miles to get to school. The people where, in some cases, their sister is also their mother.

The other day, Maxine hosted a stitch-n-bitch session at her house. I would like to say that I thoroughly enjoyed it. So what, if I had to start all over like a trillion times. Did I forget to mention, in great desperation, I popped four benadryls and enjoyed a couple glasses of wine! She had a cat! Hiss! Dander! Evil! I forgot to read the warning "do not mix with alcohol" label on the back of the packet. In any case, I was soaring high and dangled at the height of peak. Woo hoo! Over the counter drugs rule!

I bitched my way through each mistake like it was a turret parade, but I got the gist of it. I tell you what? I loved it! I have come to appreciate the hats, scarves, sweaters, socks that I've taken for granted all these years. I now have a higher appreciation for yarn.

Sure it'll probably take me to the end of this year to finish my scarf, just in time for winter!

This is the patient little grasshopper bidding you good knit!