Well, I managed not to cast on ALL the things yesterday. I dug around in the leftovers-from-projects bin to find some scraps to knit these two cable needle keepers. It's easy to misplace your cable needle when you're working on a project. It'll worm its way between couch cushions, fall off onto the floor and squirm under the couch, or just decide to go walkabout into the kitchen or bathroom, sometimes even outside. Aaaanyway, I decided to whip up a couple. Of course, I used thicker yarn than the pattern specifies so these are a little big but I figure they'll work. MW said his grandmother had one on her finger, went to scratch her face and poked herself in the eye so she made one for her wrist. That's not a bad idea. I'll take it under advisement.
September 10--Allan Laidman, Baby on Board. Clara rode every day and baby Amalie rode with her. Everyone along their route recognized the young mom and her little girl on the silver and black bicycle. They wore matching helmets and matching smiles.
I wasn't very inspired last night. Can you tell? It's The Drear. It seeps into my pores and drags me down. My plan for the day is to take the laptop and camera downstairs and work more on listing where yarn is stored on Ravelry so I have fewer afternoons rooting around not finding what I know is down there SOMEwhere. At least I'll be able to pretend it's nice outside if I'm down there and can't see it. Harumph.