Lost and Found

I love to read books about transforming your life, transforming your space, transforming your work, etc. In one of those books, I read that it's quite typical for Cancers to collect boxes. I'm a Gemini-Cancer Cusp, so maybe it's softened somewhat; I tend to collect bags. It's not just those cute shopping bags that you get from a fancy store. Really, any shopping bag or sack will do.

In spite of having a large, sturdy knitting bag, I end up carrying around my knitting in some of those fancy and not-so-fancy bags. After all, that large, sturdy knitting bag is just too much for a small project, like a baby sweater or a hat. Just imagine my surprise when I discovered that one the little bags near the Christmas shrub was one of my ad hoc knitting bags. Guess who was snuggled up inside, feeling a bit abandoned? Violette!

She just needs a velvet ribbon, and she's finis.

Not only did I find Violette, but I seem to have rediscovered my shopping and style Mojo. I owe it all to the gracious goodness of those two sweet bitches at JenLa. Thank you. Thank you. I am a most pleased recipient of the Mrs. Howell Award. In spite of being out of her element, she had some style and sass.

So, this year, as I skid towards Four-Oh, I'll be concentrating much more on my style and my sass, instead of moaning about the size of my ass.