She's still a little floppy, so she's going back into the washer with the bathroom floor mats. What say I throw on a couple more stitch markers - if I squint my eyes, I can pretend they're beads.
I didn't make it to the Fiber Fest in Cocoa Beach this weekend (time spent at pool with niece and nephew not as fluffy but lots more rewarding), but I did get stern looks at Barnes and Noble for reading the first few pages of Crazy Aunt Purl's book. Turns out "Ma'am, are you finding everything okay?" really means "okay, crazy person, please stop giggling and snorting in the crafts aisle; you're starting to scare small children." I sucked it up, bought the book, waited until I reached my sister's house to continue reading and actually finished it before dinner.
My niece, Erika, was sooo not impressed that I couldn't tell her why I was laughing so hard and often at a book. Somehow the hilarity of drunken knitting and Cheetos-dependence doesn't translate well into 8 yr old-ese.
I definitely give it a full two needles up :)
Favourite part of the weekend: At Barnes and Noble, finding a small book tucked into the crafts section titled "How to give her great oral sex" Someone knows the hearts and minds of knitters VERY well!