Oh. my. They had RASPBERRIES today at the farmer's market. They are so fantastic, these first raspberries of the season. They're golden raspberries, but they're still raspberries.
I promised K the love monkey that I would save some for him, bring some home, but it's proving hard. Self control is not my strong suit here.
Strawberries, I still love you, but there is nothing like the first raspberries. Nothing.
Why I'll probably never be a famous knit designer
1. I'm slow. So slow. I am 3/4 (more?) through the S33kr1t lace project and um, it's been 4 weeks? It'd probably take Cookie a couple of days to whip out this puppy. Seriously, I see people who whip out lace in a couple weeks and all I can do is sadly sigh and wish for speed.
2. I like my raspberries too much. I don't think designing will keep me in berries as I prefer.
3. I'm not the kind of person where people will write of meeting me that I was very warm and friendly and gracious. I think they'd probably write that I was shy (the kind version) or standoffish (the other), clumsy, and talked too much about raspberries. Gunga galunga. So I got that goin' for me, which is nice. *
* gratuitous Caddy Shack reference