Did you happen to notice something that was conspicuously absent from my list of things I did last weekend? Knitting. There was none.
The Rhombi sweater grows but ever-so-slowly.
And the Tulum socks – called that because I started them on the plane on our way to Tulum – are still far from finished.
It’s a good thing this is a hobby and not a job because if I was being paid according to my production rate . . . well . . . we’d be homeless and starving.