I considered going out to the movies today, especially after reading Rachael's glowing review of Milk, but I didn't. I also considered going to a 100% Restorative yoga class this evening, but I didn't. I was just having too much fun doing nothing much in these:
I finally took a bath and changed pajamas after 46 hours -- I know, more information than you wanted.
I didn't drive or go out and there's still one more sleep before I have to.
Mostly I spent the weekend just putzing around the house. Laundry, knitting, eating, and so on. Mr. Celia and I finished the Thanksgiving jigsaw puzzle this afternoon while watching the Raiders game. A friend came over for sewing advice. I guess I didn't need that yoga class because I'm 100% restored with pajama yoga. Ah, flannel as a spiritual practice.
The fruit of my knitting labor:
It's Vinter Lue, from Knitty Fall 2002. The black is Lamb's Pride bulky and the green is some Reynolds Blizzard. All from stash. Needs a bit of blocking, but that will be another day.
It seems to be hat season over here. Next up, for a coworker, is this lovely alpaca:
I'll have to wind it into balls tomorrow, so I can cast on Turn a Square by Jared Flood.
So, darlings, now it's time for eight more hours of pajamaed bliss and then back to the real world.
Good night.
