On The Needles

I love maroons and cranberries and burgundies. I'm thinking about turning my hair into a nice deep burgundy. Then everyone will know whose daughter I am. You can always pick my mom out in a crowd.

"Who's your mom?"

"The lady with the fiery red hair."

"Oh yeah. I saw her."

I made a mostly sincere promise to myself that I won't buy anymore yarn until I use up half of my current stash. I've been working on this scarf for months. At the rate I'm going, I won't buy my next skein for another five years!

Has it been three birthdays already?

Do you remember Karla's first bag? Do you remember her second bag?

I know you don't know who Karla is, and that's okay. And whether you know her or not, I feel like I started a tradition and I can't break from it now, can I? So here's her third one. I don't think these pictures do a good job of portraying the spirit of the bag, which is more of a pouch really.

Boy, these are terrible pictures.

I think I'm going to have to make some more of these pouches.