Death by Snot

Snot almost killed me last night. I have the same cold from hell that everyone else seems to have but I'm louder than others when bitching about stuff like this and that makes my cold worse. I'm such a weenie about it that I've actually been moaning out loud. My nose is sore and hanging off my face in shreds so I'm trying to lay off the Kleenex and I don't mind saying, I'm very impolitely ... well, not sniffling, more like gnurgling. Do not try this at home! I did it and cut off my air supply. Panic set in when I saw the light just as everything was going dark. 'Omistars, this is it. I'm going to die and it's going to say "Death by Snot" on my final certificate.' I wouldn't even have the chance to live that down. But somehow, I survived the ordeal.

So, I joined the Knitting Olympics the very second I saw the post at Yarn Harlot, chose as my event the most recent pattern that had given me fits because it was obviously a great challenge, and thought about the whole thing only ... well, now. I'm down for a lace beret. A hat? C'mon. These are the Knitting Olympics! Capital K, capital O! Hats are the things newbie's knit! Okay, so I'm a newbie knitter ... but I wouldn't join the Olympic hockey team as a rookie just to hand out water bottles. I'd want to get a stick and get in the game. I've got sticks! I've got lots of brand new, shiny aluminum, smooth plastic, warm bamboo sticks. So I've changed my mind. I'm still on Canada's Lace Team, but I think I'm going to try the Flower Basket Shawl from Interweave's Fall 2004 issue. This means a trip into the city to get me some real yarn! Alpaca? I'm giddy at the very thought!