Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness

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

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