You Say You Want Some Resolutions

Just when you thought it was safe... hello again. Between a post I'm having trouble writing (but I will write it soon) and serial visitations from relatives (my SIL and her kids went home yesterday), it's been a fallow time here in blogland. I'm afraid even to look at my bloglines — I've read and dropped a comment or two, but have been quiet enough to provoke a couple of "are you still there?" emails.

In the spirit of the season I've been looking back at last year's list of resolutions: I didn't do too badly, having accomplished six or seven of them, depending on how generously you want to interpret "make at least 5 pairs of socks." If the three pairs I have on the needles and the three I actually completed all count, I'm in like Flynn. (Who was Flynn, anyway, and what was he trying to get into?) I didn't finish a sweater, or knit a garment from handspun (ha! I've been working on the same bobbin for about a year), or buy a bike, so I have those to work on this year. I did submit several designs for publication, but none has been accepted yet. In the cheesy but true words of Wayne Gretzky, your average is zero on the shots you don't take, so I'll keep on trying.

There was a lot more about lists and goals and stuff like that that I meant to write, but since I plan to at least try to post every day (anyone want to take bets on how long that will last?), I have about seven minutes to get this one up, and I should save some for tomorrow.



Happy New Year, everyone!

Oh, and I'll announce the contest winner soon. Since there were only three entrants (apparently not everyone spends her free time obsessively perusing stitch dictionaries), all of you will get a little something.