In case you were wondering (I know I have been), yes, I do still knit things from time to time, in between automotive and plumbing emergencies. Although I didn't think I'd pull it off, I managed to finish my first knee socks, while the Knitting Gods weren't looking:
Lorna's Laces Shepherd Sock, colorway "Wild Purls". Get some for yourself here, and tell them Mary sent you.
Did I intend for the little blue tide pools to end up in exactly the same spot on each shin and ankle? Yes. Yes I did. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it.
I've been car shopping this week. Kill Me. I think this is how lifelong pedestrians are made:
Slimeball Used Car Dealer: "I think you will find that your offer is just plain unrealistic."
Me: "So the price is not negotiable?"
SUCD: "I have no idea why you would think that!"
Me: "Because I just offered you three dollars less than the price on the dayglo sticker."
SUCD: "Well, you know, times are hard. We have to do all we can to keep the lights on, here at Slimeball Motors."
Me: "Yes, I'm sure the loss of my three dollars will cause the Slimeball family irreparable hardship. Have I mentioned how long it takes a knitter to earn three dollars?"
SUCD: "Knitter, huh? So is that a union job, or what?"
Good thing my boots have tough soles. Walk on, dear knitter. Walk On.