And it is never too early to begin training.
Which is why I intend cast on a Dead Fish Hat tomorrow, and have it completely finished by Friday of next week.
That’s right.
It is training, for the 2014 Knitting Olympics.
…and not, repeat, not, because I totally spaced on that whole “time and how it relates to you” thing and forgot I had promised Danger Mouse that I would make it for her BFF’s birthday party next Saturday…
It will be like this one, only in dark and light pink, and gray:
In somewhat related news, my coworker showed me some pictures of his daughter wearing the little anime hat I finally finished. Apparently, she loves her new hat! And she leaves it on her head!! Which is, like, unprecedented behavior – usually the little ones yank those suckers off as fast as they can and, depending on their age group and manual dexterity, either simply drop them on the floor, or, in the case of the older group, cram them under the nearest object – couch, car seat, van bench, dog’s backside…
And I am going to start this project…by going to bed.
Because an athlete needs her beauty rest, y’all…
(I can’t believe that whole “time-space continuum” thing bit me on the arse again…I mean, really, time keeps working exactly the same way for forty{mumble} years, and still I’m all, “Dude…wait…what? NEXT week? Are you sure?!” like October 23 is somehow coming early or something…)
2 comments:
I have just finished FIVE dead fish hats...well, minus the eyes, but they are ready to be sewn on. Three are dead with "x's" for eyes, one is sleeping (one line for eyelid), and the last one is wide awake. The way I train for the Olympics is to survive Xmas deliverables before 12th night. So far, so good this year. I just have two dresses to sew up for my adult daughter (already cut out and waiting since JUNE for pete's sake!), 2 felted slipper sets, and two more pairs of socks and I'm ready!
The hat is adorable. And whaddaya mean, October 23 isn't early this year? I'm absolutely positive that some dastard stole a month oout of my summer and at *least* two weeks in September. And that light sure isn't the end of the tunnel...I can hear it going choo-choo...
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