I’m Doing Science and I’m Still Alive.
I still exist, though I’ve been sucked into a black hole.
is supposed to be a dress. A dress for a BABY, for crying out loud. It’s the only thing I’m currently working on, (the aunt who is creating this baby being about to pop.) and it’s going at the exact speed of molasses. It’s a beautiful little dress and I love it to bits, but I’m at that point where you measure, and it’s 6.5 inches long, then you knit for an hour, and it’s STILL @($%ING 6.5 INCHES ARRRRRGHHHHHHHHH. You know the feeling? I just have to keep knitting until the knitting goddess has decided that I have been punished enough, and then she will allow the dress to grow again, instead of eating my efforts as a sacrifice. But this wee dress is so incredibly charming that I forgive it everything.
I think the knitting goddess may not like that I’ve been spinning so much.
That is just too bad.
I just looked over at the dress to make sure that it didn’t spontaneously catch on fire after saying that.