For some reason, we keep running out of boxes.
Mr. Nosey came around to see what's up.
Or perhaps he's concerned his meal ticket is moving out.
This kind of mess doesn't mesh with my personality. At. All. I can't find the cat's treats in all this mess!
More of the same--different angle.
Tonight's comic relief. This was a Christmas gift I've waited 3 months to use.
(really? all ages are appropriate for Lewis Black? has he cleaned up his act? I hope not!)
I haven't missed a single class. Yesterday, most of us attached our sleeves and began the yoke. I messed up the color legend after I had a glass or two of pinot noir last night. I realized it this morning and I'm going with my alcohol induced mistake. I don't have the heart to tink 1,000 stitches. It is what it is. Next Saturday, ready or not, this sweater will have an intimate run-in with a sharp pair of scissors. Pinot noir may need to be involved.