Today kind of sucks. I mean, not major suck, but a few minor sucks. I got up with the dogs this morning and discovered that Duncan had managed to push open one of the pocket doors and decided to munch on a couple of books again. As he likes the interesting old books, I found my first editions of Native Son and Black Boy had been destroyed. Not a great start to the day. Then I went to make waffles for a family breakfast and came across my dad’s handwriting in the manual with the recipe and that was a little unexpected sucker punch, maybe because I was already upset. Then the girl had to go back to college and those days are never my favorite.
So, yeah, today kind of sucks and I really want to go to the yarn store for some retail therapy. One skein wouldn’t be terrible, right? I’m in my craft room right now and I will fondle my stash a bit and remind myself of all my beautiful yarn, maybe cast on something bright and pretty, and see how that goes. I’ll work on my newest project, the Warrior Cowl, which I’m enjoying.
But still. I bet you twenty cents I end up at the yarn store today.