Oh, how I hate waiting. Don't you agree? The "hurry-up-to-wait" has got to be the worst kind of waiting, but I'm not experiencing that kind.
This is the kind of waiting that you do for your birthday or for Christmas. I'm waiting, you see, on a package. Yes, a package. From across the Pond no less. A package from my artist-painter friend Julia, you see. I can hardly stand the waiting. I look at her page regularly and stare at that totally adorable, lovely piece of creativity and know that it soon shall be with me. Have you looked at her site yet? Can you guess which one is mine?
Oh happy dance...la la la
I already have the perfect place for it in my crafty room. The room with all of my favorite things, where I spend hours rocking and crocheting away...
gaining inspriation from my new Snow & Graham paper.
So I wait and think about all the projects that I have yet to finish...
all those WIPs to torment me while I will be mending from hand surgery.
What torture. But, I do have (thanks Tim at Michael's) a HU-MONG-O piece of lemon meringue pie to look forward to when I get home...
Two words. YUM-O. Maybe that's one word?
Anyway, the pie will help me think up new projects and all the yarn I will just HAVE to buy.
See ya round the (totally gonna get fatter) corner,
Oh, and have you noticed that nearly all my WIPs are things to piece together?
Guess I'm not good at crochet-as-you-go.