Maybe Groundhog Day is supposed to be in February, but I don’t care. I had my own Groundhog Day in August. Yesterday my boyfriend and I went to Rockwood Park and I made friends with a groundhog. Isn’t he just the cutest thing ever? (This is the groundhog, not my boyfriend.)
Well, the cutest thing ever next to kittens, that is. I must go back and visit him again sometime.
My friend Lesa likes leopard print stuff, so for her birthday I made her a bracelet with leopard print beads.
Today I gave myself a headache trying to use DPNs for the first time. Luckily, this headache is just from concentrating hard. I didn’t jab a 2.25 mm needle through my skull.
But I thought about it.
Today I also finished knitting a washcloth that is about the same colour green as the slime from You Can’t Do That on Television! and I read fanfic. I was sedentary and it was great.
I still haven’t washed and ironed my Live Simply cross stitch because I am extremely lazy about putting finishing touches on anything. I realized I wanted to sign and date it, so I’ve got to decide on a backstitch alphabet, placement, and thread colour for that. So it’s like I’m actually further behind now. I think I’ll consider it as 100% finished for the blog sidebar, anyway. Note that this did not stop me from beginning the Cape Breton Tartan Map cross stitch.
And tomorrow I’m going to Halifax to see the Yarn Harlot! How cool is that? I’m taking the bus there. I’ve been emailing Deb and I’m going to try to meet up with her and the rest of the Halifax KOL knitters beforehand so I don’t have to show up alone and… I was going to say “show up alone and look like a dork,” but I don’t really think a whole whack of crazy knitters will notice if I look like a dork. I’m getting a drive most of the way back with celticcaston. Aren’t knitters nice?
The interesting (and lousy) part is that I currently have -$14.27 in my bank account. Yes, minus fourteen dollars and twenty-seven cents. I thought I had to start paying off my other student loan at the end of August. Whoops, no. It was the beginning of August. So I’m paying for my bus ticket with my credit card, borrowing money from my boyfriend (so that I can give celticcaston real money for gas, as opposed to trying to give her my minus fourteen dollars), and my parents are going to try to put some money in my account and hope it gets to me at some point tomorrow. Clearly, non-knitters are also nice. (The non-knitters would be my boyfriend and my father — my mother knits.)
I should pack a bag now, ’cause my bus leaves at 6:45 a.m. and I don’t want to pack in the morning. Yarn Harlot or bust!