Audra Jennings

Well, no one last week commented that they were interested or liked it or even agreed it may be a new ugly blanket. Silence. However, Mom came by one night this week and she said she liked it. She isn't a good liar, and usually doesn't hesitate to share some note of dislike, so I believe her. I told her she was getting it for Christmas, and she agreed that was great. The problem is when I asked, "how big do you want it?" the words "king-sized" came out of hers and Dad's mouths. This may take a while.  She did kind of hem-haw on that saying maybe just king-sized across the bottom and she also said something about the living room too. But, I'm going to try to aim for the king size bed. The bottom picture shows how much of my queen it covers.

The ugly blanket is finished! It's about 43 inches wide by 50 inches long (it's shown sideways here).  As promised, I'm going to hold a contest to give it away. Here's what you have to do to win. Leave one comment per day on this post. You can post once per day every day between now and Saturday, March 24 at midnight. Then, I'll draw a name from all the entries.  If the winner lives in Corsicana, I'll hand deliver it. If you live elsewhere in the US, I'll have to mail it to you.  COMMENT AWAY!!!

This starts off as an absolutely pointless story. It actually ends that way too.  I'm not much of a polished fingernail kind of girl. Never have been really. For the last I am not sure how long, a while now, I've ended up biting or picking my nails off. If they happened to get long, they'd also bug me typing (they may have to be dealt with soon). In the past five weeks, however, my nails have grown back out. Imagine that. Anyone I make that comment to says that it makes sense.  Anyway, I wanted very pale purple nail polish on a whim. However, I didn't find as light as I wanted, but anyway, they are currently purple. I am 35 years old, and I knew I was going to my parents house and almost took off the color just so my mother would not make issue of it. Yes, I seriously thought this. Just leave me alone. So, at the end of the meal, I was talking, with my hands as I tend to do and she interrupts me. "Oh my goodness, your nails are a color. I don...

It seems like almost nightly that my OCD kicks in and I have to take out a row and a half to fix an extra or missing or wrong stitch, and I pull it out and redo. Or, I have a giant not in my yarn and I spend half the night messing with it.  However, here's updates from the past week: Day 9: I started a new pattern that I really like - Day 10: Day 11: Day 12: Like this mass of yarn that I pulled out... Day 13: Day 14: Day 15: This was the wad of yarn I really struggled with. It's getting bigger, but I'm not sure how close we are to giveaway time.