I've been stitching here lately, just no knitting worth showing. I think starting and ripping back the same sock 722 times does not make it worthy of a photo. I can't seem to get a good pattern going and am not interested in knitting up a sock in a pattern I just don't like. So there. I guess I am simply in knit rut land. Eh, that's okay.
This room makes me happy- its a tree house kind of room, those windows are great. I do look out at a sea of rooftops but am okay with that. You can tell from this picture this is a 20's house. Oozing with charming little things while the wind whips through those windows in the winter and heats up that room in the summer. This time of yearr here and I am ready to go get the screens from the attic.
PeeWee wore the green outfit on St Patricks Day. Marky Mark's family is Irish and we're Scotch-Irish, so while a true Irishman might way we're not Irish, I know it means some time in Ireland even if we're Scottish. I mean the group who moved there did it in the 17th century, so I guess there's got to be some Irish in the mix. (I've now written Irish enough times it looks like I spelled it wrong, so if I did, please excuse that.)