If anyone happens to know what this poor little thing is, exactly, I'd be grateful. It's but a pale shadow of it's former perky upright self. I don't think it much liked sitting next to the very cold and drafty window once winter hit.
The most green, however, comes from the sweater. I promised pictures, here's pictures. Look at the sweater, do not look at the messy messy desk under the sweater. Messy desk is a sign of creative productivity, I'm sure of it. I heard it on the radio.
It really is starting to look like a sweater. If it's a sweater that will fit me, that's a whole different kettle of fish, but I have hopes. I should sew up the sides and try it on, but I'm chicken to know the awful truth. Even if it doesn't fit me now, surely it will eventually, right? Here's a bit of cable porn for the sleeve junkies.
Hrm, that might get some really unexpected hits and surprised people. Hee hee.
