Day Thirteen of Absolutely Free of Any Nicotine, Cigarettes, See-gars or other foreign objects in my mouth. No, wise-ass, I'm still smoking those, but I don't inhale.
With all this heat, I was gently reminded of the things to come, autumnal change and the colder times ahead. My fixation with linen moving smartly along, I now must prepare for the winter.
Do you have a weakling, emaciated, tired-looking stash?
Do you want New York Built's prescription for bulking up and add pounds of rippling yarn?
Sweaters for Laptops. No sleeves, and fitting is a dream!
Don't all your straight friends deserve one?
Just in time for the summer tourism season here in Midtown!
When I Need To Damage The Cause Of My Knitting Obsession!
Now, back to work on those humans who cause me stress.
In my 56 years on this planet, I have physically moved my residence, at this count, over 49 times. I suppose that says something - not sure yet if denial will fade on the self-examination process.
We've got a search warrant for illegal yarn-overs, stash violations and row-outs in garter stitch. Put the needles down, your hands behind your back, stand against the wall and spread 'em!