You Want What?

I recently asked a question, it was about the birthday sock.  I owe my oldest brother a pair, he has never had a pair of the things, so, I thought, well, time to offer him his first pair.  Not a problem.

I had to ask the question via one of my sisters who was on the phone speaking with him at the time.  I was asking his shoe size, I get a reply via the family group page on FB.  Then I get another reply from my SIL, she wants a pair of the birthday socks but, she wants hers stretchy.  No problem there at all.  I have just the yarn picked out for her.  I am still trying to decide about my brother’s yarn.  Do I go with a hand painted yarn I created or do I go with commercial yarn out of the stash.  I pulled out several skeins of commercial yarns and I am trying to decide if they are manly enough.  I can pick out yarns for the ladies, no problem.

I am still trying to decide.

We were at a family dinner on Wednesday night and a pair of birthday socks were being handed over to one of my nieces to give to her SIL, who is also a niece, her first pair of the birthday socks.  My hubby remarked I was using the family delivery system.  We employ it every now and then when I don’t feel like making that 100 mile journey to just deliver a pair of socks.  I didn’t want to mail them since I didn’t want to pay for the postage.  Yes, I was being cheap.  I knew someone was going in the direction and would deliver them for me.

As I am thinking of socks, I have my husband asking me to do all of these things associated with getting my first book ready for publishing.  He has to keep reminding me since I forget everything.

I have a dog who seems to love cheap pink yarn, he keeps pulling a skein out of the box sitting on the floor, I am in the middle of crocheting a cardigan for my 14 year old niece who hates scratchy things, so, I am using a nicer acrylic yarn that isn’t scratchy but, soft.  I have a pair of socks on the knitting needles, and I am about crazy from this dog.  I keep telling him no, he just looks at me, wags his tail and ignores me…he’s a terrier.

My husband tells me, that I am no longer allowed to pick out the next dog, I spotted the terrier at the local pet adoption and thought he was the cutest thing I had ever seen.  Yeah, tell me again, why we adopted this terror.  Oh yes, he was cute.  Grrr!  

Now, why is this dog attracted to pink yarn?  I can’t figure it out.  No idea why he likes acrylic yarn.  He doesn’t bother any of the wool in the house.

I am currently writing the fourth book in my series.  I have stopped and I am thinking about how I will go on with the book.  The weird thing is as I sit down to write, it comes pouring out of me.  I am not an outliner, I am what is called a pantser, in other words, I write by the seat of my pants.  I laughed when my husband told me this.  My husband is completely opposite, he has an outline.  I don’t, I have a notebook with my characters and I have them written down as to who they are and what they are like.

This whole endeavor would not have gotten off of the ground without my husband, he is amazing at computer skills.  I am completely awful with a computer.  I know he shakes his head at me when I do something completely wrong.  I am creative, not technical.

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