No attention span

Thanks for the compliments on my glasses! I'm still really excited about them. Almost no one notices, but that's ok. Where's the sun? I want to wear the shades!

Hello to the other Ingrid. I am homesick for the Colorado Rockies where I grew up, and where it's in the 70s and I could wear my Flashy Lace, which I think about every day when I'm getting dressed.

Speaking of which, Nancy Walsh, the designer of Flashy Lace, has just started a new blog. Go say hi and see her cute daughter in a cute sweater.

Alison asked about whether the Lopi has softened with wear. I think that sweater (which is several years old now) is softer than the Lopi Lite Pullover I finished just before Christmas, so I suppose the answer is yes. However, a little Lopi scratchiness doesn't bother me, so I may not be the best one to judge.

I'm almost halfway through the fair isle on the dress, but now I'm to the 3-color row and I lost the pink that I'd used at the hem. (I could do what the pattern says and use the main color, but I thought this would be cuter.) Maybe Sundae (the cat) took it. Maybe she'll bring it back. There would be a picture of my progress and all the balls of yarn I do have, but I was already 10 minutes late leaving the house and decided it wasn't a good idea.

I got the new flash memory card for my camera. I can't believe that 1 GB fits on that little tiny card. Now I can take at least 1000 pictures at lowest quality, or 686 pictures at my standard quality, or over 100 at best quality, which I'll probably only use for landscapes. I wanted to bring the camera with me today, but it wouldn't fit in my backpack with my lunch. (Knitting, of course, gets first backpack priority.)

I'm ready to turn the heel on the second of the pair of socks for my aunt, but I forgot to measure the heel flap from the first sock, so I'll have to wait to work on that this weekend. Good thing I brought Mist with me today.

On Wedensday I made goulash and red cabbage. Both were very tasty, but there were still leftovers. People at work wonder what that strange purple stuff is. They look at me funny when I want to use the juice as an acid-base indicator. Oh right, I'm weird.

(And amazed that I can say this much when I have nothing at all to say.)