..and the winner is, Tortoise!
Or so i hope.
I remember a few years ago the slow meals society (or something to that affect) made the news for insisting that they eat over a 2 or 3 hour period, and enjoy every mouthful in the company of friends.
Well i hereby state that i am a member of the slow knitting society (members: 1). Or at least with lace knitting anyway. For something called branching out, it sure grows slow.
I can also hold ToD responsible, as i keep haunting his house to watch daria and red dwarf, and i get maybe one repeat done and then distract myself...
So had a really good day, anyhow. Got to cluck around ToD like a broody chook. Take it from me, when i have kiddliwinks i'm going to be the worlds most annoyingly smothering mother. It must be my Hungarian heritage, i'm just not happy unless i can feed people. Is there anything better? other than eating yourself that is.
So here i have a study in branching out with towel and spider foot. I could have cropped it but... i'm quite spectacularly lazy. How depressing, it's really quite short isnt it?
Oh well, having dinner and watching vids with the Queen of Wonderment tomorrow afternoon, so there will be bus knitting AND trashy 80's film knitting. So wait patiently for Spider to recover her speed.
Still no magazine. sigh. i think it's been swiped from my letterbox.