If anyone happens to have old blue jeans waiting to be thrown away, let me know. I’m planning on making some kind of denim jumper. With it, I plan to single-handedly destroy the notion that denim jumpers are frumpy homeschooling-mom-wear. More likely I’ll just confirm this pervasive belief, but hey; I can try.
In other news, today I discovered that I can knit and walk at the same time if I tie my purse to my backpack. It’s a beautiful arrangement; walking home from the library after a good study session, watching the setting sun make everything pink and golden, watching people mow their parking strips and making friends with needy cats. Now I can have all this — and be knitting at the same time. What a wonderful life. People look at me funny. It doesn’t bother me, though. I know that they’re just wishing that they too, could have a coffee-colored cabled cardigan on the needles.
I was also herded by an extremely gregarious dog named Indie. I’ve never met Indie in my life. Until today when she proceeded to orbit me whilst her would-be owners discussed her reprehensible behaviour in raised voices.
Mr. Indie-owner: “We just can’t keep her, Sharol, we can’t!”
Sharol: “She’s almost trained! Just give me time!”
[Indie becomes a Sofia Satellite]
Mr. Indie-owner: “You see? You see what she’s doing? That dog is a menace to society!”
[Sofia looks back, wondering if she needs to return Indie to her proper place before Indie follows her, Sofia, home]
Sharol: “You, Girl! Go! Just go! Indie!!!”
Poor Indie. I left.
Finally, in my quest for strange old songs, I’ve found the ultimate stalker song.
What on earth could have inspired this?