Picked up my Hanami, and Chuck observes, "You're working on your 'Oh Crap' again." I guess that's all I say out loud when it's in my hands. Hanami, in silk and toothpicks, is not a knitting while talking, watching TV or drinking wine kind of project.
I reach the end of the row and take in a big sigh, catching a whiff of the yarn. I remark it smells like silk and clean cruise ship cabin. Chuck takes in a breath of it and replies, "No, it smells like you and (Blogless) Marsha ."
"I don't think Marsha and I wear the same scent."
"Yes you do – yarn."
Out of the mouths of men…
For those fellow Oh Crap knitters, you probably observed the provisional cast on in blue. Taking some artistic license, I've elected to repeat Hanami's little ruffle on both ends. Beads, however small, seemed too heavy for the yarn.
More vacation pictures, Blogless Marsha and I in Sitka and feeling Alaskan sunset giddy, all dressed up sporting Eau de Yarn:
Life's a Stitch 
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