You ever have one of those days, when your hair looks like a ragged doll’s, and things just don’t go well at work, and the subway is too hot so it’s sort of nauseating but too crowded to take off your coat, and the traffic is horrible, and you can’t find something you have to have to have to find in a store, but you can find a hairball by stepping in it after you’ve already taken your shoes off?  Yeah, me too. 

You know what fixes days like that?  This does.

That yarn!  That yarn has been spying on my closet.  Or Boogie and Purlewe have . . . hmmmmmm.  And there’s even a sheep inside the mug.

Purlewe is, as  usual, kind and  generous and wonderful.  And, quite possibly psychic.    

I have proof of knitting.  Normally I would fret over using a flash to photograph it, but not today.

Today I’m taking a picture so I can put on imperfect handknit socks–I finished the toe with some scrap yarn because I could not deal with being so-close-but-not-quite-done-and-out-of-flipping-yarn one second longer–and drink tea from a fantastic mug a friend gave me.  Ahhhhhhhhhh.

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