Est-ce une pomme frite dans votre poche, ou etes-vous heureux de me voir?

I have neglected you for too long, dear readers. Here I am with my head hung low in shame. Forgive me, please.

Much of my shame stems from the fact that I have not done much knitting lately and I am sure the question of my productivity is bound to come up, since this is a knitting blog. I'm just a little self-concious about standing here, soul-bared, and admiting that I am, in fact, a non-finisher.

It may actually be more accurate to say that I am an almost-finisher, as I did quite a bit on on the Blue Lace Shrug. (That's what I'm calling it this week, the Blue Lace Shrug. I want to call it Snowflake Shrug, since the lace pattern is Snowflake Lace, but I'm using dark blue yarn and I don't want anyone to be confused about what winters are like here in Indiana.)

Here's the almost-finished product. I have a few more inches to knit and then seam up the sleeves. Maybe put a little crochet trim around the edge if I'm feeling crazy. Who knows?

Some of you have bitched asked about my new job. I'm happy to report that it is going well. I am not fracking things up too badly doing a good job so far. And so far, my boss and my co-workers haven't caught on to me seem to be pleased with the work I'm doing.

BTW, give a big shout out to my friend and co-worker, who is reading this blog for the first time today. She will not be happy if I publish her name on the internet, since she has a number of obsessive stalkers after her. Let's just say that her name starts with an A and rhymes with Blamey, okay?

I don't want to embarass Blamey too much, even though that is great fun. So I won't tell you about all the wild stuff she does. She can start her own blog and tell you all about How To Keep The Stalkers Interested.

Speaking of stalking... I've not heard from Adam in a while now. But I did find this, while looking for porn. If you send him a Bat Mail, tell him I miss him, okay?