Some new yarn I listed in my Etsy shop.
Hand dyed classic worsted weight. 50% alpaca, 50% merino wool.
50g/111yds.
I like it cuz it's mostly varying shades of red with some pink strands. It's all subtle, tho.
Anywho, here goes:
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I dyed these two skeins the other day. They're now for sale in my Etsy shop.
They cost $2309230283023.39 each.
No.
That's a lie.
I'm sorry.
I'll stop lying.
4eva.
On another note…
I don't know why I have so much trouble answering the damn phone. It's really terrible of me. Even people I want to talk to…I rarely pick up. I just hate talking on the phone. Sheesh. This is crazy. And justice is might.
I don't know why I have so much trouble answering the damn phone. It's really terrible of me. Even people I want to talk to…I rarely pick up. I just hate talking on the phone. Sheesh. This is crazy. And justice is might.
In one of the classes I'm taking, the professor always begins with the "Our Father" prayer:
Our Father, who art in heaven; hallowed be Thy name; Thy kingdom come; Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us, and lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil. Amen.
Today I decided to listen to others as they prayed, to see what sort of mistakes were being made, and this was the only one I heard:
Our Father, who art in heaven; hallowed be Thy name; Thy Catholic come…
On an unrelated classic rock note, "Stairway to Heaven" is NOT the song I wanted to hear on the drive to school today.
P.S. Because I was listening to mistakes people were making during the prayer does not mean I was looking for any sort of weaknesses in others' devotion to God. I was just looking for mistakes.
