I tried denying it. Sublimating the thought. But I can't hide it anymore.
My daughter is a princess.
Gack! I was in Orlando last spring for a business conference and stumbled into the princess beauty salon in one of the shops in Downtown Disney. Little girls - none over the age of eight all tarted up - yes, make up and all - and it sickened me. Andrew and I try to avoid the girly girl stuff with Willow. She has dolls, but we try to emphasize games, books, sports, and crafts. What does she really want? A princess dress. She borrowed this one from her friend Zoey, and I will be the first to admit she looks darling in it. But the first person who comes near her with rouge gets their offending limb chopped off!
Okay - onto less tumultuous stuff. I'm in love with a sock. Don't tell my husband.
I finally succumbed to knitting a sock with a pattern - I started these Jaywalker socks on Thursday and this is how far I had knit by Sunday morning (it is longer and has a heel flap now). It is only a two-row repeat pattern and I am entranced by its simplicity and I find myself going around and around just to see how the chevron pattern comes out next. The kfb is a bit challenging on size 1 needles, but I think I have it under control now. I am definitely doing the second sock on two circulars to save time.
Lucky is particularly drawn in by these socks - perhaps just the yarn itself - he tried chewing through the ziploc bag the yarn was in before I even broke it out to start knitting with it. It's odd - that is the only yarn he has singled out that way.
Mmm... it looks like wet cat food with just a hint of tuna...