Friday, December 15
My name's Strumpet and I'm Mary's inner elf. Do you have an elf name, too? Aw c'mon, honey, I bet you do. No? Well, try this! Oh, I could be Dixie Tinsel Toes, but, deep down inside, I'm Strumpet and when I need a glass of cheer I treat myself to a Strumpetini. Nothing like a little Plymouth Wild Thing to put the sparkle back in my smile, the twinkle back in my eyes and the snap back into my crackle and pop.
I've been a very busy little elf what with planning the office party in Lappland and all. I've even knitted up a couple of Loopy-done-lengthwise scarves to give the boys' teachers. Merlinthecat sent me the beautiful socks that she knitted up for my dh's present. Didn't you know that busy little elves delegate their knitting?(Thanks, mtc, I owe you big time.) I'm desperately trying to finish a grey pullover to replace the dh's 20-year old acrylic one that his mom bought him in Madrid. If I can tear him away from Old Faithful, I'll have a scored a huge victory for the handknitting community. In a fit of knitterly madness, my SnB buddy Robincat gave me the Lace Insanity top that she had knitted for her mother. Turns out it was a little big for her, but it fitted me perfectly. I can't remember which yarn she used but I love the shades of blues and greys and the lacework is, well, completely insane. Thank you very much, dear demented spinning enabling Robin.
Well, I'm off to don my gay apparel and see what 'ol Crumpet is up to. And remember, please don't drink and Lapp dance. That's my job!
Posted by Mary, Mary... at 10:24 AM