I have been remiss on my blog stalking duties, but now I'm catching up with a vengeance!
This week's assignment has a "you and a celebrity" theme. The problem? I don't know anything about celebrities. Who's famous at the moment? No idea. I occasionally read In Touch on the train, it's entertaining, but I don't watch TV, so I have no clue who all those freaky rich people are.
But I do sleep with a "celebrity"! Yes, he's a cartoon character, but that doesn't make any difference to me. See? That's my hair in the picture!
No, these aren't just pictures I cut out of a magazine. You can tell by the feet. They're definitely mine!
And in the better-late-than-never department: Here are my knitting tools in their little see-through pouch, front, back, and out.
And these are my husband's tools. I don't go near them. Not because he's a chauvinist, or because I don't think women should go near "men's stuff" -- no, because I'm a klutz. I can use a hammer to put together a bookshelf, and I can drill my own holes into walls. But given a choice, I prefer to have someone else do work that can result in serious injury.