I rarely comment on a blog or in a Ravelry group. (I'm shy- even anonymously.)
I'm on a no-new-yarn diet. (My stash is high and my funds are low.)
I'm on a no-new-books diet. (See above.)
Lent is over. (Happy Easter!)
I've walked past a pattern in my LYS too many times. (Resistance is futile.)
I've seen a book/pattern/KAL too many times. (Resistance is still futile.)
I went to two yarn shops today. (I made someone at Exxon richer.)
One of the patterns is a ______ for someone who reads this blog. (Top secret.)
One of the patterns is a baby sweater. (Charity knitting is my excuse.)
Updates later.
In the meantime, I have been working on ballband hats.
(I struggled, but finally figured out a nice decrease)
And reading
about a Florida flatwoods girl's cane-grinding, book-learning and organ-playing in the early 1900's; a 13 year girl's flight from an arranged marriage that lead her to living among the wolves and learning to appreciate her Eskimo heritage; another young girl and her siblings learning to adjust to settling with their grandmother on Chesapeake Bay after long journey; yet another girl's journal dealing with father's remarriage, a runaway slave, death of a playmate, and rigors of early American farm life in New England; still another young girl looking for miracles at a maple sugaring camp; and finally a young girl going through the grieving process with her uncle after the death of her aunt. The last book in this series is the story of a young Incan Indian boy who learns to read his heart.