When you live in a 60 year old beach house, you basically end up replacing it one board at a time, and the new wood on the porch is a big improvement.
I'm totally digging the cable pattern on this sweater, and how fast it is coming together.
While the rest of the country is buried in snow and ice, I had to take my car in today to get the AC fixed. It's 80 degrees today, (so the paint on the porch is drying really fast), and I'm heading out to my mom's tomorrow where it will be even hotter. Sam and I had breakfast near the mechanic's, then walked home.
I think I'll try to hitch a ride back . . . Sam is beat.
This weekend I'll be . . . making Valentines. I'm participating in a Valentine's Day card exchange on Knitters for Obama, and for some reason I thought I'd get on the home made card band wagon. Here's the thing though - this group is full of a lot of very creative and talented people. My cards look like a 3rd grader made them . . .
It's the thought that counts, right?
It's Super Bowl weekend, and I'm not all that interested. I hope the Steelers win, mostly because (1) I sort of like the Steelers; and (2) I don't like Kurt Warner and the Cardinals. Neither is enough to get me excited for the game. On the other hand, I'm loathe to ignore an excuse to drink a couple beers.
What do you have planned?p.s. Since Sam is none to fired up for a walk back to the mechanic,
I'm inordinately proud of myself for deciding to take the bus instead of bumming a ride . . .