Ben has challenged me to get back to the original purpose of my blog, and to write more positive, upbeat posts. So that means no writing about my dad for a while, I guess, because there sure isn't anything upbeat to report there. Anyway.
Well, it's not February anymore. And if that isn't nice, I don't know what is. 'Nuff said.
I seem to have worked past my knitter's block. In fact, I am designing a pattern of my own for the first time, and I am really excited about it. I have made so many different pairs of fingerless mitts now that I absolutely understand how they are constructed, so it is just a matter of super-imposing a stitch pattern over that construction. (If you're a knitter, that makes sense to you. If not, you'll have to trust me.)
I am continuing to sell my work. I can pretty much sell it as fast as I can knit it up, in fact. And if I was willing to make seven pairs of identical mitts (which I am not) I could probably sell all of those, as well.
Ben and I have been doing some painting, and the living room and kitchen are both sporting fresh coats of paint. The living room looks fantastic, and only needs us to finally hang some artwork above the couch. (I'm looking at you, Ben.)
The Olympics are over, and so I don't have to worry about watching ice dancing anymore for four years. I will miss Apolo Ohno, though.
Um, did I mention it's not February anymore?