That's the official countdown to the start of our 'Dorks in Forks' tour. 18.142857 weeks. 3048 hours, give or take, depending on how on time the flights are, and not counting shuttling to and from airports. I'm taking sock knitting, of course. Possibly a variant on this bit of mindlessness...
Here's more fun stuff. Thimbleanna made us pincushions... filled with lizard litter. I know. I giggle every time I go all stabbity with the pins. Probably several customers have pondered the odd behavior of the nutjob wielding the rotary blade as their fabrics are cut. It's just one of those odd factoids that pleases me muchly. I love it. Thanks, Anna!
Here's a candid of eldest child knitting her second sock. I made her put Sock-the-First on her foot. And yes, those would be size eight Docs on her feet. She's thirteen... and short. Can someone please 'splain how this is possible? However, the knitting is happening, and I don't even have to beg, plead, or wheedle. Sometimes kids are awesome. Another sock knitter at Becher Haus. I may have to guard the stash. Or bribe her to help me get through it faster.
p.s. Bank just called. Problem solved. They rock. *whew*