Monday. Latin for "Give me my yarn and go away." This afternoon however, I can only stare at said yarn and fondle it mentally. If I had the camera here, you would see a lovely picture of...ink. Lovely black ink up to my inner elbow on both arms. I can only be grateful that I don't have to deal with the magenta. I'd look like an ad for abattoir management.
The cake was a success, the baby shower was a smash. L, you are obviously good at this, so don't stress so much next time! :) Tonight's "fun with food" venture concerns cream cheese candy, so I will keep you posted.
The basketweave socks are done! It turns out that they weren't for me. Just as I suspected. They have gone to their new home and will be much loved. On to baby clothes. Little preemie things in lavender. Aw, how cute.
Hm? Oh. The, er, family concern. Yes. I've decided to be snotty about the whole thing. Lady Voldemort went into Mom S' house and tossed our wedding photo on the floor. When her husband, Himself's middle brother, was confronted about the entire fiasco by the oldest brother, said middle brother began to lecture about "how you little people think". Well, "phbbt" to you, too, Dude!
Knitted gifts are a privilege, not a right or an obligation. Since knitting is something that I love, the items I make should be given in the same spirit, yes? Fie on you, evildoing in-laws! Grovel before She Who Knits! Skulk in your mass-produced sweaters! Writhe and froth in dismay over the cool stuff recieved by others! HAH HAH HAH!
And if you really tick me off, I'll knit you some Karakul underwear!