It's passed already. Just needed to get out of bed, step in the shower, put on some clothes and hightail it over to my coffee shop.
Yesterday I finished this hot pink market bag I'd put on the back burner for a while. It took just an extremely boring medical interpreter training to motivate me!! Filling in vocab sheets when the trainer a) can't train to save her life and b) is wrong three times a minute and c) takes forever and rambles serves to really get that hook flying.
So here it is in all its dubitable* glory.
I'll call the kids shortly, now that the moment of woe has passed.
*I love making words from other words.
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Market bag
Posted by Stew at 12:58 PM
Labels: crochet, emotions, it always passes, working for a living
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