Wool and Water

Alice rubbed her eyes, and looked again. She couldn't make out what had happened at all. Was she in a shop? And was that really -- was it really a sheep that was sitting on the other side of the counter? Rub as she would, she could make nothing more of it: she was in a little dark shop, leaning with her elbows on the counter, and opposite to her was an old Sheep, sitting in an arm-chair, knitting, and every now and then leaving off to look at her through a great pair of spectacles.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Confirmation of Life.

I've been a negligent little blogger (if you can even call me that, seeing as I haven't actually done it yet). :( Just checking in here to say I haven't forgotten about this blog; I will post with substance soon, I promise. Many knitting plans over winter break/January term, and if there's one thing I love to ramble about, it's all the things I PLAN to do with my life.

However, a 12-hour trip of driving/flying/waiting around in airports is a little taxing, and so I sleep.