Twenty Five


Gah.  I am practically a quarter way through my life.  Actually considering the average life span is around 75 – I’m even MORE than a quarter way through my life.  That fact alone is enough to make me cringe.  Fuck me.

I was a basketball player in high school and one quarter of a game is HUGE.  It can change the tempo, the momentum, the winner.  And my "1st quarter" is done. The buzzer has sounded and I’m offically in the 2nd quarter which makes me think what my ‘half time’ is going to be like.  I’ve worked up a sweat, put some points on the board and have managed to make a few assists, three pointers and steals.

Ok ok, enough with the basketball analogy, but seriously – 25 feels OLD to me. (All those who are older than 25, I’m sorry – but I’m sure you felt the same way when you were my age.)  I even found a GREY hair this weekend!!!!! And yes I pulled that shit right out. 

Mom’s Sweater

So I’m almost done with the back of the sweater I’m making for my mother and I’ve come the realization that I don’t have enough yarn.  I’m making the Blanket Cardigan from the Sarah Dallas Knitting book and it said it required 12 balls of the Rowan Wool Cotton.  I’m almost done the back and have used 4 balls already! I still have the two front sides and the sleeves and I have only 8 balls left!   There’s just no way…  I’m hoping that it won’t matter what the dyelot was since it’s black yarn… thoughts?  I’m going to go as far as I can with the yarn I have and see what happens…

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