Well I submitted an article for the winter knitty! If they don't want it I will post it here. Hint: It's a last minute gift idea that involves fiber. But it's not exactly a pattern...
Lame hint. Sorry.
I have two weeks left on my soul-sucking job and then hopefully I can re-dedicate myself to artistic endeavors like this blog. I miss spending time more time here. I admit it! Are your dreams on the backburner too?
I also have a lot of sneaky projects in the works and if I find out any of them are going to take off, I'll share them with you. If I find out they are NOT going to take off, I'll write a long self-involved post about my disappointment. Win-win for me either way.
I leave you today with a very important poem by a very important person. It's a good time of year for reflection.
A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes:
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?