Best. Poem. Ever.

As a proud Jersey girl, I would like to post a link to "Atlantic City", a poem by Henry Cuyler Bunner. Let's just say that Mr. Bunner didn't care for AC: "Never till then did I know what was meant by the word god-forsaken". This poem made me laugh so incredibly hard; Atlantic City isn't exactly a beautiful place, and it apparently was pretty bad even 100 years ago.

I've attached the sleeves to Tempting, and am 2" into the yoke. It's funny; maybe it's just that people at work think I'm crazy for knitting while it's 100 degrees out, but this is the first project that a bunch of people there have commented on. I'm hoping to have the whole thing done by the end of the week... we'll see how that works out. At the very least, I know I'll have it done before winter sets in.

Finally, I went ahead and started another blog for my cooking experiments. I feel bad for posting about cooking on my knitting blog, so I opt not to post about most of my kitchen adventures. So now I have a whole other blog where I can drone on about bread or whatever and act like I know what I'm doing. I'm calling it In A Tiny Kitchen... if you're familiar with my kitchen, you know why. :)