This is about as far as I go for Halloween.
Have I told you about those socks? The artist dyes them so that if you knit at gauge, ghosts appear. So much magic in this world.
Speaking of magic, I finished this self-confidence hat last week to wear during my seven hour pizza booth shift at our high school’s marching band invitational. Surprisingly, I made it through the day with minimal social anxiety! (Obviously, the hat had some help from my little buddy Celexa.)
Doesn’t the hat make me look like someone who might say, “Hi there! What can I get for you?” THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT I SAID AT LEAST 4,392 TIMES ON SATURDAY! (Clearly, I was born to work the pizza booth.)
A few weeks ago I fell in love with this woman’s ear, and that sounds weird, but it really isn’t.
Anyway, Tempe and I hit the highway for a bit last week, and we returned home filled with Lebanese food and new holes.