I started reading The Yarn Whisperer, by Clara Parkes, yesterday afternoon but didn't get very far, being busy with all that happens here at home. I returned to try again around midnight, after knitting all evening and finally convincing my sixteen year old son to go to bed. The house was finally quiet and I fell into bed hoping to read for just a few minutes. The first few pages of this book were okay, but what a surprise a few pages in, as the author relates life, to knitting bobbles! I was laughing so hard, tears coming out (weird, but happens when I laugh), nose blowing, and trying to stifle the laugh, all while silently praying, that curiosity about why mom is hysterical, wouldn't cause my son to get out of bed once again. Whew, I was so tired and it's a rather long week this week. That laugh was just what I needed!
Only a couple more rows to the Oaklet Shawl. I gave up finishing, when I couldn't keep my eyes open. I'm not sure if I'm more excited about finishing up, or if my excitement is that I'm already dreaming of new shawls to knit. I suppose a little of both.
Friends, I hope this Wednesday offers you quiet time for knitting or reading. Jeannine:)
This post is part of Ginny's Yarn Along over at Small Things.