I kind of like this late night blogging. Once again, I am trying to remember what we were doing this morning. It also seems like 100 years ago. Davey and I went to buy boxes. And then I packed and packed. Packing is always an opportunity to weed out unnecessary things, so I like that part of it. Nothing makes me more tired than packing though. So much so, that I didn’t trust myself to knit on my Boyfriend sock tonight. I was afraid I’d make too many errors. Instead I worked on these:
I am knitting these from that Plymouth Happy Feet DK weight that I love so much. They knit up pretty quickly, and the yarn is soft and just feels good.
Michael and Holly sent us a package today. Davey had so much fun opening this up:
Here’s the main reason I wanted to share this. Did you ever see a kid so happy to have a brand new jar of fig jam? Deceptive isn’t it.