Go check right now if you have forgotten about any hard-boiled eggs you may have left in any of your backpacks or purses. Trust me, you'll be glad you found it now rather than later. Trust me.
I hearby announce my triumphant return to blogging. Well, maybe not triumphant, as what I have for you today is a few photos of our new house in MS to give an idea of where my mind has been:
In The Wild Swans by HC Anderson, a girl must knit sweaters for her 12 brothers-turned-swans to make them human again, in the short time before she is to be burned as a witch, and she must do it with her bare hands using stinging nettles.
In addition to being a very exciting example of knitting in fairy tales, it sums up the essence of knitting; though painfully frustrating at times, it is always worthwhile.