A Suburban Kilimanjaro....

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When you're sure you've had enough of this life,

Well hang on, don't let yourself go,

Cause everybody cries

And everybody hurts, sometimes....

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("Everybody Hurts", REM)

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Oh hell, all these therapy appointments are trying.

I get a migraine headache every time I have one of those serious, hour-long sessions with Fred. And now he's added this very determined and insistent "mobile therapist" who drags me kicking and screaming out into the public. He's coming for me again tomorrow....

It all makes me so very melancholy..... too melancholy.

And so I watch it snow....and I knit.

Anyhoo, here's what I did with the poor Little Red Riding Hoodie. I got rid of the decreasing section because I wanted the bottom of the hoodie to be the same size as I cast on for, and eventually I mean for it to flare out from the waist area in its finished form. So now I'm working on that. Guess you could call it a peplum.

And here's a swatch of the camo yarn that I'm going to use on the Sweater Machine to make a sweater for my uncle. Yeah, I know it's a weird looking camo pattern, but Blaine chose it. And since he's a man, I guess he would know. (Hopefully.) I am going to use some tan colored yarn for the cuffs, collars, buttonbands, etc.

And, lastly, here's a cropped, patch-pocket sweater that I made from Opal 6 ply. I've got some tiger-print Opal 6 ply up in the Magic Yarn Closet that I'd love to make another one from. (But I wouldn't put patch pockets on that one....)

(Oh, and yes--- those are a pair of my non-matching house socks on my feet...)

And here's the Tunaholic, aka Little Baby. I was not too happy to walk into the kitchen and see her sassy little self laying messily in her dish which still had food in it---and she had also strewn her food all around her dish on the floor. That's her annoying way of saying she doesn't like Meow Mix cat food as much as she craves plain tuna.

Just another day in Paradise....

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