In the not too distant past, knitting was declared the new yoga. Peace, love, and zen all through the lovely click of needles and the flash of yarn.
I know this is a marketing scheme, and here's why.When I knit, I do not find peace. I usually find dog fur, and boogers.I also don't find love, but anger. Gauge, size, yarn, time, issues that cause anger.
Zen, huh, if the way to Nirvana is paved in waffles, I may be set here. When I knit, my brain sings "nothing could be finer than the taste of Aunt Jemima in the moooorning."
7 comments:
Oh! I gotta see your pictures! I was up in the balcony with the "friends", your pictures look all close up and awesome.
I only got like that photo...I was busy, uh, not crying or anything.
It looks so nice! Not super-stressed out or anything. Have I mentioned how jealous I am?
You looked Marvelous Darling!
Your dress/shrug/chucks combination couldn't have worked out better.
The dress! The shrug! The shoes! Could you possibly any sassier? I think not. You know, you're not supposed to upstage the bride. ;-)
You looked fab (however, the pre-coffee shot represents just about how I look and feel today, LOL).
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