I got 6 inches done in 2.5 hours with the new variegated one I started last night. Same pattern...same Red Heart....only using straights instead of circs. Somebody call Ripley's because I don't believe it either! I should be able to finish the thing in another sitting! Don't get it! Does not compute. It's probably one of those physic-type things I slept through in High School.
Today's weather was great. I rode around with the Rapture Roof open and both front windows down. I almost didn't because, while it feels wonderful, it's not really conducive to a good hair day. Then I though, dang it, I'm gonna do it anyway because I have this thing in my purse with lots of teeth that can put all that wayward hair back in place. It worked. The folks at work were none the wiser. The people on the Beltline that witnessed me going 55-60 mph probably thought I looked like Nellie the Wild Woman but so be it. Since every lock was all straight up in the air I hope I at least looked taller. At 42 years old I still haven't given up on the dream that I'll be tall and willowy someday....Could happen. Miracles happen every day.