I seem to be poking a hole in my index finger with the tip of my needle.
I don't know if I've always done this, but I've been pushing the left needle tip with my right pointer finger in order to drop the just-knitted stitch off the needle. It may have started when I was knitting with a cotton yarn that didn't want to slide and now it's become a habit. I have to put a bandaid on my fingertip when I knit because I keep jabbing it. It hurts! I'm afraid I'm going to end up with a gaping, cavernous wound - or worse - I'll poke straight out the other side of my finger. My goal is to break this bad habit. I'm trying, but still . . . jab, jab, jab. It's not easy being such a fragile flower.
Now, let's look at a baby. Shall we?
This is the darling daughter of a teacher-friend from school. Her proud mama gave me a photograph of her wearing my very first Baby Cuteness Cardigan! It really is cuteness. Of course, I covered the baby's face with a napkin before taking a picture of the picture in order to protect the innocent. What a bundle!
I leave you with this:
Emmie has taken control of the mitered mitten. I haven't been able to knit it at all because every time I go to pick it up, she's on it. She's there again as I type - right next to me, curled up on the mitten.
I think I need to get her a kitten.