First off, I think i have poison ivy, and I am one itchy, itchy girl. No one needed to know that.
The cat wants to be a supermodel. Maybe I should look into becoming a stage mommy.
I've run out of steam with the Babette for the time being. I think I'll let it sit and pull it out during that two hour layover I have in Chicago Saturday night. I've been working on my Shetland Shorty instead. I got through the bottom band and ties last night. Which doesn't sound like much, but 280 stitches x 20 rows of garter is a tiresome bit. Especially when you're trying to refrain from scratching the bejesus out of your arms and knees. Don't ask.