Whiskers

I got bored and updated my website. Take a look if you want:

http://caitlintmccormack.com/home.html

After stringing icicle lights across the windows and setting up two trees at work, and failing to stave off the urge to make linocut gift tags, I kind of feel like Christmas has already come and gone. In some ways, the holiday doesn't mean as much to me as it used to. That might have something to do with the fact that the past few years have been fairly crummy. I'm hoping that, in addition to this year's dramatic upswing, a return to conventional crocheting will make me feel like this month isn't quite so lean, in more ways than one. I mean, I don't want this month to make me fat, but a sense of fullness in all other manners of speaking would be pleasant. I've got some arm warmers to finish, a hat to start, and another mysterious thing to create. After spending day after day after day hunched over numerous tiny lace skeletons quivering in the eddy of my trepidatious breath, it's almost unnerving to complete a soft, wearable object in under three hours.

What I'm getting at is that it feels weird to use a crochet hook that isn't approximately the size of a cat's whisker.