Sometimes I just don’t have a title. This day is done. I’m exhausted. Mindy McCready’s death makes me sad. I really liked her music.
I volunteered to help with an online event in the Harry Potter Ravelry group I’m in and haven’t gotten much help from the other ladies. I am a bit ticked and I think it’s showing as much as I don’t want it too. I don’t usually volunteer for things because I’m not in a place to be ok with taking on the whole project. i SHOULD HAVE KNOWN IT WOULD END UP THAT WAY. It usually (always) does.
I’m making a shawl for Dr Kamdar to take to her mother in India. I don’t like the yarn, but it’s what she brought me to work with. It’s an off white acrylic. I decided to make the back squared off so sitting on the pointed end won’t pull the shawl off the fragile, tiny, woman’s shoulders. It’s garter stitch and I’ll put a crocheted edging on it to make it special. I really hope she likes it. I’m making wrist warmers to match it.
Well dearies (as miss Brenda would say) I’m sleepy and my bed is singing softly to me, crooning low and gently with fluffy pillows whispering my name. I can resist no longer. ❤