Well, you don’t. But you know what I mean.
I’m not sure what it is–I think it was the thing being on Wednesday–but my whole freaking week just got destroyed. I keep thinking longingly of summers when I was a kid…it seems like we never had anyplace we *had* to be. Maybe that’s because we were kids, and the stress of going here and there was pretty much lost on us, but I think we really did have fewer events to be at. Not that I don’t love getting to see all of the people we get to see over the course of the summer, but I’m exhausted already and it’s only the beginning of July. The fourth just sort of drove that home. We had a wonderful, wonderful time, but I needed to sleep for a day afterward. Of course, being 8 months pregnant isn’t really helping with that, lol.
More on the crochet stuff soon. I was going to do an “evolution of a squiggle” post but I haven’t quite gotten there yet. There are some pics in my flickr if you’re interested, though.
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