Well! It was a long and arduous path, but I've finally (more or less) recovered from my awful cold. I spent the last week of it in rural New Hampshire, where the rare sun breaks revealed bright swathes of beauty, all sparkling with raindrops. We communed with David's family, drank hot tea, huddled against huge thunderstorms, and even got out for the occasional walk. I know the fiber-y types out there will enjoy this hilarious sheep we encountered:
David's father mentioned, and I heartily agree, that this sheep looks like the kind of animal one imagines while reading Haruki Murakami's absurdist noir novel A Wild Sheep Chase. Is it a little man in a sheep suit? Or a sheep that wants to nestle parasitically in a person's psyche? Whatever it is, it's extremely funny, and had a strand of grass stuck in its mouth when I snapped this picture. I'm pretty sure it's a milk sheep rather than a wool sheep, because it was right next to the surpassingly delicious Sandwich Creamery, whose website I am amazed to discover. If you ever have a chance to visit this place, tucked down an unimproved road in the New Hampshire countryside, I beg that you do so. The ice cream! The cheese!
Yes. Yes I will.
But this isn't what you guys really want to hear about! You want to hear about knitting, but I don't have any to show you quite yet. Barring knitting, you probably want to hear about this little hooligan.
Thank you so much for all of your hilarious stories explaining Mr. Bingley's strange behavior. It really brightened David and my convalescence to watch them arrive in our inbox. I was dreading having to decide amongst them, actually, because they all made us laugh out loud, but Mr. Bingley himself solved our problem for us. I was reading the stories out loud, and it turns out that one of them actually contains another word to add to the list! What are the odds? Apparently, in addition to "gross," "Andre the Giant," "Germans," "concentrate," and "wizards," the term "Paris" also causes our dog to bark, lick, run around in circles and otherwise amuse us. So thanks, Constance, for bringing that to our attention! I'll be emailing you to see where I should send your new yarn.
Actual knitting content is coming soon, y'all!




What kind of a dog *is* Mr. Bingley?
What a cute doxie?! How old is he?