Friday, July 17, 2009


"What are little girls made of?" Remember that nursery rhyme? I have been thinking about what kind of girl I have become. Certainly I am not made of "sugar and spice and everything nice" but perhaps Splenda, Cayenne and a dirty sense of humor.

I cannot flirt...seriously. I believe that ability must be an inherited trait which has skipped a generation. It is not to say I have not tried, but it is awkward for all parties involved. I have watched professionals(no not prostitutes, girls with boys around them often) and when I try to apply the same tricks, disaster. I wish it were appropriate and acceptable for me to have a stamp made that says "Hi. I like you".

I love to knit. Yet it is my private hobby. Almost like a secret shame. I have spent a few afternoons with one or two friends, and it's alright(for an hour) and then I want private time with my project. You certainly will not see me in a knitting group or at Safeco field for the Stitch & Pitch(even though I think it's a cute idea)

I'm going to look online and see if I can have that stamp made.

1 comment:

  1. That's too bad that you like to knit in private. I love both. I founded a great stitch 'n bitch group in my area, and I love the ladies I stitch and bitch with!