I find it highly disturbing that I got
I don't even mess with fonts, I mean, I use about three (Times New Roman, Arial, and Garamond). I do know that I loathe courier, but that's about it. How did I learn this much? It's Mim's fault that I now know that I know that much. If I didn't love her designs so much, I'd resent it.
However, I find it highly delightful that outside my window today I hear BIRDS chirping!
Could this mean that spring is coming?
I took a risk and went outside. In a t-shirt
and jeans and sandals... and no socks...
I looked over across my formerly snow covered patio at my formerly frozen pond, and saw a puddle of water slowly seeping into the earth around the patio, and this:
Note the stunning lack of ice? And the burbling water! YES!
I took the Spiraling Up Socks out for a walk in the balmy weather
They're eager to be done, lest it get so warm before they're wearable that I shut them up in a drawer until fall. I tried to reassure them that by their very colors they're perfect spring socks, but they're a tad nervous. I've promised to finish them before the next Mission Possible Report.
Willow's been out playing with me too. But we're both a tad upset that I failed to employ the coolness that is KnitPick's options to slip in a wee life line a few inches back. It seems that I was so tickled with having solved one problem, that I failed to pay attention to a place where a design issue was growing. I now need to hang out with some knitters graph paper (or perhaps some software, we'll see) to determine whether, with some judicious re-charting, I can call this faux pas a design feature... or I'll have to admit to being a complete idiot, and frog/tink my way back to the place I should have started to do something different.
Someone remind me why I wanted to do lace design again?