its hooooottttttt. whiiiiiiiiiiiine.
i'm afraid that if i work on my socks, they'll felt. that's how friggin sweaty i am. and my house is an oven. and it's baking all of the previously dormant house smells into a nasty kennel/garbage/dirt bouquet. i'm seriously about to vomit.
whiiiiiiiiine.
for the curious
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- side of the sea, oregon, United States
- i've had basic knitting skills for years but just recently ventured beyond scarves and hats. someday my skills might match my enthusiasm. oh. and that enthusiasm often carries over into my writing. my fingers (and mouth) often run faster than my brain. i dangle my participles and use far too many exclamation marks (among other offenses.) grammar police you've been warned. :)