I am sitting here with my belly full of a wonderful dinner compliments of the Man, knowing that I should be working on weaving in tails on the beast-ghan, but I can’t help myself….
I keep thinking of the dead fish hat.
I have to admit, the fish hat has been a wonderful mistress on so many levels. A different yarn, different colors, such an easy knit… and different. Oh so different than the ocean of white now lovingly called “The Beast-Ghan.”
I have plenty of excuses too…. like “I do better at weaving in tails when I have a movie in… the movie takes my mind off of it … and since you are playing Battlefield 3… I just can’t bring myself to weave in the tails” – yes…. I am using that one right now. The man is over there, trying to capture the flag for his team, and I’m whining about tails.
But I cannot work on the fish hat – my son, the recipient of the hat, is in the house. He’ll see me working on it. He’ll “know” what I’ve been doing.
I really should just go weave in the tails.