Its all true, the boogie girl is real, and you've found her. She knits, sews, spins, does pottery and writes it all down in this blog.
Saturday, January 31, 2004
I just pick my nose too often
Proof that nose picking runs in my family. That is an excerpt from a conversation I had with my gram.
Gram: (looking at my 2 nose rings) How do you blow your nose?
ME: same as you.
Gram: But I like to pick my nose, See (she demonstrates). Don't boogers get caught on the screws up there? I couldn't pierce my nose, I'd be afraid to pull on them as often as I pick my nose.
That is my Gram, is it any wonder why I love her so much. So candid and absolutely full of "it". Or as she might say "full of piss and vinegar".
I over loaded you with pics yesterday so nothing today. I did finish up plying some yarn this morning but I just want to move right on to the cardigan yarn. I hope to finish up at least one paid of socks too. Skully sweater is about 8 inches now. Woo.
Links for fun. Here is something my friend Anj sent me. Its really unsual stuff Helga So while I'm finishing up socks tomorrow and eating gross, snacky, salty, fatty foods, I'll be hollering