Blankets for the hospital project: even the yarn is amusing. Let’s hope distressed little children take one look at them and howl with healing laughter.

Yesterday, the unnamed university’s hunger project wrapped up; for half an hour, I was a middle-aged woman walking up and down the avenue with a hand truck. The Devil is in the details and, though I was overjoyed to be finished, I would have been happier riding in a litter, holding a cocktail.

I doubt I’m overstating the case when I say this gorgeous, ungodly expensive ribbon yarn is such a giant pain in the ass to work with I’m sure someone sent it to me rather than look at it even one. more. %^#^@&#%^. minute.