While I was out looking for jobs today, a bird pooped on my head.
Let me repeat that.
I got pooped on. By a bird. On the head.
I hadn't planned to do any knitting today, but I think that earned me some, so I did a half hour or so after I'd showered, gone to apply for MORE jobs, and came back to cook dinner (it smells really good right now. Tim, my fiance, would be mad that I'm not standing over the stove since I tend to burn things. Don't worry, I'm checking up on it!). I'm trying to learn to knit continental style, since so many people say it's faster. I did for about 10 minutes, and then got bored and went back to English style. Heh.
Last night when I couldn't sleep, I succumbed to the siren song of the BFL, and spun about an ounce of it. I have no idea what it's going to be, but it's going to be SMOOSHY, and it will be MINE. It's also hand-dyed but not by me in gorgeous yellows and golds and browns with just a hint of green around the edges. I can't decide what to call it; The Secret Garden won for a while, because of all the dead trees with the green wick -- but the gold just looks too vibrant to be dead, so I'm stuck. Suggestions?