It's disappointing in a way to go to crochet blogs and find lots of posts about knitting, and none about crochet. Worse than looking in the needlecraft section at Barnes & Noble and seeing 20,000 knitting books and maybe five crochet, four of which I already have and the fifth of which is afghans.
Not that there's anything wrong with practicing more than one craft. But when I visit crochet blogs, I'm not looking to learn about anyone's adventures in knitting. There are more than enough knitting blogs out there that, should the last of my current personality leak out in my breastmilk, I can read about knitting easily.
Sigh. I have some knitting needles laying around the house. I almost want to pick them up and practice again, but I will not give in. Knitting these days is like mold. Give it the slightest bit of air and it will cover up everything else & start to smell funny.
I'm about half done with Linda's swirly skirt. Just being lazy about it is all. Thirty-seven weeks now, and the past two days I've had long naps during the afternoon. Four hours yesterday and two hours today (yeah, I know it's technically Friday already, but as I haven't been to bed yet my body still thinks its Thursday). I'd love to crochet up a storm, but right now my ability to sleep is so iffy that sleep takes precedence. Which means I'm spending time trying to fight Linda away from Bobbie's outfit; she keeps grabbing it to put it on.
Well, Bobbie is sitting down here with me. She woke up and saw a monster, apparently, so I let her stay with me, since Linda is already in bed with Rob. She's starting to demand we go to bed, so I'd best finish this off & go.