What Did I Tell You?


Yep, that’s right.  After making a special trip to Yarn Mart (a real sacrifice, ha), the lost needle magically reappeared ON THE TABLE BESIDE MY CHAIR.  No, it wasn’t there the whole time.  My housekeeper obviously found it and knowing how crazed I can get when something is misplaced or lost, made sure it was right in the open, where I could see it.  Before you get excited about me having a housekeeper, let me clarify.  Mr. Iknead and I decided a few years ago that we’d earned a little housework help, I have a friend who loves to clean and loves even more the little bit of mad money she gets for doing it.  I’m telling you, it’s a match made in heaven.  She comes in every other week and like magic, stuff is put away, floors are shiny, bathrooms clean and the dust bunnies are staved off for another couple of weeks.  Totally spoiled and I plan on staying that way.  Anyway, here is a picture of the prodigal needle.

I am the size six and I’m back!


It’s rainy, windy and cold again today,  I’m going to sit myself down after the one errand I have to run and read, listen and knit, read, listen and knit to my little heart’s content.  Sounds like a great day to me!

“Where shall I begin, please, your Majesty?” he asked.  “Begin at the beginning,” the King said, gravely, “and go on till you come to the end: then stop.”  Lewis Carroll



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