The menfolk are at a soccer match tonight so I'm eating minestrone straight from the Tupperware and downloading random thoughts.
These boulders at Mt Buffalo reminded me of sleeping lions. Or buffalo. (Buffaloes?)
I swatched the hand dyed yarns to see what they look like knitted up. Very pleased. I think I'm going to try selling them because a) I want to share the love and b) my stash is already reaching monumental proportions. Look out etsy, here I come. I wasn't in front of the computer when I was winding them from skeins into balls, so didn't have ready access to all your wonderful suggestions for colourway names, but Son #1 helped with the winding and dubbed them clockwise from top left: 'Sacred Jewels', 'Northern Lights' and 'Forest Floor'. The book was a birthday gift from a dear friend who had no idea I'd been lusting after that particular title.
The dog has an infected tooth which needs to come out. It will cost $500. I pointed out that we could purchase four new greyhounds for that.
Good thing someone loves him.
I'm still knitting baby items even though I don't have a baby on which to display them.
I do have a politically incorrect toy though. Pattern here.
Feeling wistful tonight.
In other exciting news, I bought a crockpot last week.
We are now eating a lot of brown meals.