Well, I just jumped right in with that last post and I didn't even introduce myself. I am Christina, and Bunny has invited me to join her blog because as she mentioned below, we think we're hilarious and should tell the world how awesome we are in blog form. But two craft blogs is a little much, so I have joined hers. I sew poorly but from 40 feet away who cares. I also knit, better than I sew and have something of a yarn problem. I have 40 sweaters worth of yarn. If I don't turn my sock yarn into sweaters, I have more like 30 sweaters worth of yarn but that's still a lot, so Bunny has decided that we're yarn dieting. Well we decided together but really, she's the strong one, so I will be using her for stick-to-it-iveness. Unfortunately, when I can't remember a word, I tend to make up something random. I am the Shakespeare of blogging! You know, if Shakespeare was a knitter. Which maybe he was. I'll get right on the playwrighting just as soon as soon as I finagle my way out of all my other obligations. And with that, I must go. I have to toss this sparkly ball for my cat before he exacts revenge on my sweater. Ta!
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Introduction
Well, I just jumped right in with that last post and I didn't even introduce myself. I am Christina, and Bunny has invited me to join her blog because as she mentioned below, we think we're hilarious and should tell the world how awesome we are in blog form. But two craft blogs is a little much, so I have joined hers. I sew poorly but from 40 feet away who cares. I also knit, better than I sew and have something of a yarn problem. I have 40 sweaters worth of yarn. If I don't turn my sock yarn into sweaters, I have more like 30 sweaters worth of yarn but that's still a lot, so Bunny has decided that we're yarn dieting. Well we decided together but really, she's the strong one, so I will be using her for stick-to-it-iveness. Unfortunately, when I can't remember a word, I tend to make up something random. I am the Shakespeare of blogging! You know, if Shakespeare was a knitter. Which maybe he was. I'll get right on the playwrighting just as soon as soon as I finagle my way out of all my other obligations. And with that, I must go. I have to toss this sparkly ball for my cat before he exacts revenge on my sweater. Ta!
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