I’m supposed to be making hats for a silent auction (don’t get me wrong, it’s such a great feeling knowing you can make something that someone else would actually pay money for, all while doing good on the behalf of another someone else) but sometimes after making hat after hat after hat you completely lose your mind, and then all of the sudden get distracted by man socks.
..and then you have to take a photo of the soak because your soap looks like melted butter on a gross wool water sink pancake.
In the final rounds admitting to yourself you are so glad to never again have to knit size 13 all black socks with HULK toes and wondering why he doesn’t love super quick hats as much a sloggy handknit socks?
I love the creamy pages of stinky old books, I love the speckled oats in creamy homemade soap, I would love to be a creamy pale flower ..but in actuality I am so very rosy ♥