I'd liken it more to my Kitchen Aid mixer, but that's just b/c I am uppity. ;)
Seriously. I sometimes get so wrapped up in my ridiculous DIY lifestyle, where instead of just buying a damned sweater I do things like shearing, skirting, picking, carding, spinning and knitting it. All by hand. And usually it makes me so happy to do it, and gives me such energy I cannot even tell you. But then I have days like today where I really wanted a bowl of creamy carrot-potato-dill soup and a nice hunk of zucchini bread, but after a long day of physical labor in the sun in the upper 90s w/ near 100% humidity, instead of going out to pick my onions and carrots and dill, and shredding zucchini and mixing up the bread, I came home and showered and, in spite of my gnawing hunger, passed out for like 5 hours. So I figure, I can get a sock knitting machine and not feel bad about it, especially if I bred the animal and fed and pooper-scooped etc etc for its entire life and sheared it myself, and ain't nobody from Seattle gonna call me a weenie for it. ;)
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Date: 2006-07-18 03:23 am (UTC)Seriously. I sometimes get so wrapped up in my ridiculous DIY lifestyle, where instead of just buying a damned sweater I do things like shearing, skirting, picking, carding, spinning and knitting it. All by hand. And usually it makes me so happy to do it, and gives me such energy I cannot even tell you. But then I have days like today where I really wanted a bowl of creamy carrot-potato-dill soup and a nice hunk of zucchini bread, but after a long day of physical labor in the sun in the upper 90s w/ near 100% humidity, instead of going out to pick my onions and carrots and dill, and shredding zucchini and mixing up the bread, I came home and showered and, in spite of my gnawing hunger, passed out for like 5 hours. So I figure, I can get a sock knitting machine and not feel bad about it, especially if I bred the animal and fed and pooper-scooped etc etc for its entire life and sheared it myself, and ain't nobody from Seattle gonna call me a weenie for it. ;)