I woke up with tingly hands after all I said about that pearl yarn, which, I found out, does indeed get a bit splitty at k3tog. It is on hold for today; the larger and more comfortable size 5s came out, a little Malabrigo Rios, and a new project is whizzing by woolly well now.
And I got to go to the annual December Birthday Club potluck breakfast. A new baby was admired, his first-time mom consoled on his not-sleeping, he was cuddled and cheered and she melted at his tiny fussy face, as did we all. He tried to smile back at us, he really did, but it was such hard work when you’re so new.
On a whimsical note: I’ve read that if you ask Siri, the voice in the Iphone 4S, the meaning of life, she will answer with a question: Why are you asking this of an inanimate object?
I mentioned that to my husband, and his so-innocent-puzzled response was, Well, why didn’t they have her answer “42“?
(Okay, so I just googled, and apparently sometimes Siri does indeed say 42. Great engineers think alike.)
Oh, and Lene? If you haven’t seen it yet, I found a chair for you. And yes, I want one too.