Mossy Cottage Knits

Ambush!

Still going to the gym, much to my astonishment. To keep it up, however, I've borrowed a page from my mother's book of parenting. When I was a child and had a dentist appointment, my mother wouldn’t let on. She would just pick me up from school and then—surprise! We’re at the dentist instead of home! How did that happen? That’s how I get to the gym. Climb in the car, head for home, and then—surprise!—you’re at the gym instead of home! How did that happen? It’s hard to ambush your own self, but I’m managing to do it.

My self-created schedule is two or three days on, one day off, even though my workout by anyone else’s standards is pretty lame: 20 minutes on a bike, 20 minutes on a treadmill, and a strict avoidance of new equipment ever since the “Charlie on the MTA” debacle. I have learned, however, how to do crossword puzzles and bike at the same time, the net result being, though, that my head is getting smaller. I’ve also recently discovered something about Ogling Syndrome. If you (you, mind you) are wearing sunglasses, the ogler will stare at you brazenly and unendingly because since you are wearing dark shades, you can’t see him. Huh.

Got a little creative with the dishcloths last night and twirled them up in a little tower of delight. Don’t you just love the mix of colors?

I can’t wait for more! I’m tempted to move the deadline up just to make the knitters send their cloths sooner for me, me, me...but I think they would catch on.

Kept slogging along on the Splotch Sock (Splocks?) and was unexpectedly happy with the heel, which I did in the Eye of Partridge pattern to break up the goofy coloring. The rest of the foot started splotching right up again when I got to it, and now I’m on the toe, at splotch central. What were they thinking? Still, love the overall colors, will finish ‘em, will wear ‘em. ‘Nuff said.