Last day of the challenge, and I was even given a shout-out in the prompt! We are supposed to try a trend that scares us. Last time I put on my big-girl pants and rocked some red lipstick.
At the moment, I'm pretty well scared of everything. Just got the dead car towed away ($55) and am waiting for the results of the diagnostics ($89) and the estimate (all my $$$) and all I want to do right now is lock myself in my bedroom and watch Friday Night Lights for the next six hours. (Seriously, how amazing is a show that can make a sedentary, anti-sports person like me care so incredibly much about football? My sister Jen decided she needed to check it out when she heard me (ME!) sniffle, "It's just . . . man those kids have heart!")
Decided a few days ago that I wanted to get brave and try wearing a hat, so started making myself a version of one I just knitted & mailed off to my sister Spitfire.
|Star Crossed Slouchy Beret by Natalie Larson|
Only . . . guess who doesn't have have enough yarn to finish hers?
Yeah. Sounds about right.
And now, before I go tuck myself in with Coach Taylor (not like that, dirty!) I leave us with a healing sight: my fluffy-headed little angel boy, who I hope will keep napping for at least a few minutes more.