these days of leiderhosen

What is about smell that brings the Dead before us, fully realized and perfectly colored? I have 75 pounds of promotional tee shirts in the basement from the cleaning out of Heather's dresser, comprising almost a decade of competitive running in a state where every weekend is some kind of fun run, each complete with its own tee shirt. Always hated running myself. I had thought to cut them up for a project and knit them into bathmat sized rugs. Today I began and as they came out of the black plastic garbage bag, a waft of soap and laundry detergent would hit me flat in the face and I would have to stand there with my eyes watering buried in a piece of give-away cotton printed with 2001 Campbell Bunny Fun Run, waiting for the sensation to pass so I could wield the scissors again. Do you know what 75 pounds of cotton tees looks like? A huge heap from the floor to almost above your knee. I am gonna be at this a while.

-The New York Times grudingly admits libriarians have mad, wild sex appeal . (Mrs. Dillas would be so proud.) -Sibling argument between BlackSheep Junior and myself hits Ravelry. Topic: Malian lovebeads and two handknitted Jester hats. The handknitted Noro mittens come off! -Currently reading up on Williams Syndrome. (Also called "Pixiesm".) Funny to hang out with Heather's teammates and then read there is a scientific name for a quality that makes Kelly so entirely engaging. Let me tell you: these people are the most fun you've ever had. - Also reading about Dessert . People blog about the most fascinating things. -Uncle Heidi sends her best nephew a book . Overwhelmed by nostaliga, she retires to bed for a nap. (---snoooore...---)