I Love it that enough progress has been made on my shawl that I’m almost ready to start the lacy parts.
I Love it not that the yarn from the different dye lots so obviously don’t match. When I ‘m done I may use some RIT dye remover to see if I can even up the tones… maybe not. That stuff might be too harsh and damage the wool.
I Love that I can see through my door now and that there’s lots of light coming in!
I Love it not that should someone come to the door while I’m drooling during a nap on the couch that he/she can see me (although somewhat blurred).
I Love it that A2’s new haircut has generated interest from A1 and that they’re now talking “hair” and other girl stuff without fighting.
I Love it not that now there are two girls primping and usurping time in our only fully-functioning bathroom.
I Love it that Sock Summit is next week. I look forward to seeing that many knitters in one place and to learning new techniques, meeting people I’ve only “met” on-line, etc.
I Love it not that Sock Summit is next week and that it will be crowded with so many knitters in one place. Even fiber folks have the potential to launch me into a full-blown panic attack. What if the friends I’ve met on-line don’t like me in person? What if they laugh at my knitting? What if I lose my registration paperwork and they won’t let me in?
I Love it that last night my eldest and E shrieked hysterically and came running to me for protection when a brown blob unexpectedly plopped down next to them on the deck.
I Love it not that the brown blob turned out to be slugs having a gastropod orgy. Four of them. On the roof of my deck. With more climbing up to join. I hate slugs.