Since my annhilation of the New York Turnovers seems to have backfired, I had to console myself with half of a Green Bay Packers Long John (green & gold sprinkles, of course) after we lost the big game last night. As I picked up wayward sprinkles, wiping away tears and frosting, I remembered what a fun and wonderful season it was -- 14-4 overall. Who'd have thunk it? No one could have -- or would have -- predicted, back in August, that we'd even have a chance of playing in a championship game. It stings, and I'll be in mourning for a while, but we did have a very good season. My first thought when
I woke up the kitties woke me up this morning was how the game might have been different if the windchill had been only -10F rather than -24F. Heh. I'm not blaming the weather for our loss, but it was brutal and definitely a factor and we didn't handle it as well. Maybe next year. I hope Favre plays one more -- his young team became well seasoned as of yesterday.
In the middle, my first Lantern Moon knitting needles which I snagged from a sale bin. I bought some once for a secret pal and have always wanted some for myself. They're so pretty. It pleases me just to look at them.
There was a recent happy pairing of discounts and coupons which led to an offer I could not refuse on Clara Parkes' The Knitter's Book of Yarn. It is one of those rare knitting books that makes it up the stairs and into the bedroom to mingle with the "serious" reading material on my nightstand.
In Oblique news: I am fewer than a dozen rows from finishing the sleeves! If I hadn't been beside myself at the edge of my seat last night, I might have finished. Alas, I think I'm going to be just a wee bit short of yarn. I'm pondering whether I should buy another hank or try to bury a little bit of black in the button band and/or collar.
Yes, she's grown, doesn't wear pigtails, and doesn't do her work sprawled across the big work table any more. Yesterday, Ali started this portrait of a friend's son from a photograph.