This week I am hoping that the infinite monkey theorem works in my favor, for I wrote like a nimble-fingered simian with a penchant for salted caramel mocha coffee. Continue reading In Search Of…
All I ever wanted
Had to get away
Meant to be spent alone
There are certain truths when my family takes a vacation:
The day before we leave, I will be in a frenzy cleaning the house, which somehow never seems clean when we return. I will overpack. I’m getting better about clothing, but I still manage to bring five trial size mascaras and 15 different liquid highlighters that I end up throwing out because they all just give me disco wrinkles. And books. Somehow I think I will read 17 books in six days at the beach with my kids. Continue reading Surviving Summer Funtimes: Week the Ninth
Tink. Frog. Rip out and start over.
I had to undo several weeks of knitting last night. Every pattern for something knit in the round tells you to be very careful before joining the knitting in a circle. If you have just one twisted stitch, it will turn your smooth round piece into a disastrous twisted curly-cue.
It took me four inches of knitting to realize that what was going on. It took me ten minutes to undo it. It’s called “tinking” (“tink” is, cleverly, “knit” backwards). It’s also called “frogging” because you “rip it” (i.e. “ribbit”) out.
It’s brutal and starting over is often the only solution. Continue reading Surviving Summer Funtimes: Week the Sixth