Cold Mountain, and possibly some cold mountains.

I did it, yet again, once more, I can't be stopped. Before finishing any of my other projects (remember the black shirt, the stitches-on-the-bridge project, various dresses, and new bolero project, the crochet bags? Anyone?) I've started on another project. This one has some recent pictures.

It started out looking like this:


But now it looks a lot like this, only a little longer:


It's called the Cold Mountain Stole and I'm liking it muchly (sic) so far. Using bigger needles made me get mom to get me some more yarn. I'll need it.

The other knitting project has no pictures yet, but I've passed the halfway point. Progress slowed down because of the shawl though. This is not a good thing.

In good news, I'm no longer doing corrections at work next week, it's Friday and that's always good, I'm getting my hair done in the morning (9am, not so good) and a certain someone might be coming over soonish. That should be jolly dandy indeed.

In other news, the Slasher Book Club Book, Afraid is very amusing to read. To paraphrase:

"After getting away from the psycho killers, the sheriff found himself trapped in one of his brother's bear traps while trying to save his niece and her son from the mad psycho killers. In a moment of questionable genius, the sheriff cuts off the flesh on his leg, breaks the bone, just like his father did when trapped under a tree, only to find out the leg actually has 2 bones in it."

In the words of the delectable Hugh Grant:

Bugger, Bugger, Bugger, Bugger, Bugger, Bugger, Bugger, Bugger, Bugger, Bugger, (cont'd)



Oh gosh it makes me laugh. People think I'm weird. (Score!)