Big Whoop(s)

Because, apparently, I cannot be taught to look at a calendar. Tomorrow the knit-pit is getting painted. It is also the second Sunday of the month, the day I designated two months ago as "the one Sunday a month you can get you some" at Clementine's. It's gonna be a helluva day. But, with a little luck, the shop will make enough to pay the piper painters and the fumes may prove to be a big draw.

I now need to go set up the sewing machine, because a certain baby quilt has a date with a machine quilter and she doesn't assemble, dammit anyhow. Also, how important is a monthly knit-night? I'm trying to fit one in this month and pretty much for the next many months, it just isn't looking good. Perhaps I'll host them at Becher Haus. I have a guest room for the long-distance knittahs, and how fun is it to go, map clutched firmly in hand (all No-Amy got was a pencil drawing on a paper plate), out to the woods (cue the "Deliverance" score), to knit in a comfortably cozy, decidedly lived in, aw, hell, now I'm just using commas like they're free, ,,,,, ,,, home for craftiness, good food, and bad jokes? You mull it over, and lemme know. Must sew. Babies wait for no lazy girl. C