titilating blossom

I got your flower p-rn right here. Would you like a Walnetto? Heh, heh, heh.(Artie Shaw from Rowan and Martin;s Laugh-in. Remember?)

I was good today. After getting up and reading all my favorite bloglines, I put clothes on and walked a mile to the grocery store, bought Postum, a box of tea, and two pounds of carrots, and walked home with it all in my knapsack. Good girl, Roxie! Of course, our foremothers would have thought that was a gentle and self-indulgent stroll, but if they could have driven to the store whenever they needed something, they would be just as lazy and flabby as I am. Then I folded Mt. Washingdone and put much of it away. Good for me!

Yesterday I had two hours between proctoring GED at the jail, and attending my writer's group, so Iread Casting Off with Stephanie Pearl-McPhee AKA the Yarn Harlot. Light, thought-provoking, inspiring and amusing by turns. More power to her!

The blue and white sweater for my dear Sis-in-law is up above the armholes on the back. Petite knitting isn't exactly instant gratification, but it's close. It would go faster if I didn't keep stopping to pet and admire the pattern stripes. As the Harlot says, "I must be simple to be so enchanted with this." As the song says, "Tis a gift to be simple . . "