I miss my microwave. My father and mother came over yesterday around lunchtime. They brought hoagies! I showed my father how when I turn on the microwave it pulsates in flashes of sparks, like a veritable electrical storm.
“Turn it off!” my father screamed.
“But Daddy, I think it just needs a little duct tape.”
I am now pricing microwaves.
Tuesday evening I met Erin at Starbucks and then we went shopping at the mall. Before I left, Lisa asked me to cast on some stitches for her. She can knit, she just doesn’t know how to cast on or off. I asked her how many stitches she needed.
“Oh, I don’t know, I’ll just tell you when to stop.”
Ha ha, silly Lisa. I slave over the Mike Nesmith hats I knit. It takes me days to finish a hat and I count every stitch. You can hear me saying, “knit purl knit purl” as I knit away. So I left to spend the evening with Erin. We had a great time. When I got home, Lisa exclaimed, “Look what I made, Donna! A beret!”
A BERET! SHE MADE A BERET! In a little less than 3 hours. Without a pattern. Completely winging the whole thing. She made a beret. I think it may be time for me to hang up my knitting needles.
Did you take a picture of it?
oh my how I wish I could knit….
There’s a pic of me wearing it on the spycam page. It’s a little dark but you can still see how fabulous it is. I feel like a cross between Patty Hearst, Faye Dunaway circa Bonnie and Clyde and Aly MacGraw circa Love Story.