I've gone and caught a sniffle.
Not a full blown cold mind you, just a minor annoyance cold.
A little bit ago, you would have found me hunched over a bowl of chicken soup, slurping and sniffing, hoping it would work it's chicken soup magic and banish my malady.
Funny, I DO feel better after a bowl of the stuff.
Maybe there's something to it after all.
Along with the sniffles, I am up to my eyeballs in wool yarn and packets of kool aid. Thanks to ImNotLisa, I now have the yarn dying bug. I'm crocheting a felted wool purse. I have three colors of yarn I'm using, and I decided I didn't really like the one blue, and I am going to try to re-dye it... what the heck.
I'm about 1/3 finished with the crochet part, and the thing looks enormous. But I am assured by the experts that when I put it in the washer with hot water, it is going to shrink. We shall see.
Well, off I go into the kitchen to cook up some yarn that smells like Arctic Green Apple Kool Aid.
I must be out of my mind.
(This is the first thing that you have said today that makes any sense whatsoever)
Wouldn't you know it, ( ) shows up when least I need him.
Sigh.... sniff.