Well, I didn't get out to get a picture of the knitting before it got dark, so I have no knitting to show. I started the toe of the final Perpetually Traveling Socks (Yay!) and I think there will be just enough yarn. Tomorrow will tell, though. I've also worked a few more rows on the Pseudo-pod and am still very enamoured of this yarn. (And CQ I will probably never do the "Knit Buttons in as You Go" thing because that would require either a)some kind of foresight and pre-planning on my part or b)some self control to hold off on starting the new knitting project until I ran out to the store and bought buttons. Neither of which are qualities I'm really known for.)
So the point of this post is something that's been on my mind for awhile. I kind of mentioned it to CQ in an email today when we were discussing why people wear colors that don't suit them. I said some of it could be that these were colors that suited when they were younger, but now that they're more mature they are no longer right. I fall victim to this myself. I am constantly surprised when I see my reflection and I look like this: Because in my mind, I think I look like this:
Never mind the fact that I haven't looked like that for almost 15 years. It's still always a shock. I'm not really sure what to make of this, it's just something that's been on my mind for awhile. I don't know if I'm in denial, or if it's an aging thing. Is everyone surprised they're not 20 anymore? Or am I just really, really slow on the uptake? Where did those 20 years go, anyways? It's those boys -- they've sucked the life right out of me!
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