A DUCK!

Ok, ok, enough of that. I’m probably misquoting anyway. I haven’t seen that movie in at least a decade.

ROCKS! That’s what we’re talking about. Pretty rocks. Rocks that are all over my bathroom floor!

The thinset is still wet. We’re not allowed to walk on it until tomorrow, and it won’t be grouted until the end of next week at the earliest. So when I show you this,

you must believe me when I say that I’m not actually stepping on the rocks. I’m just holding my foot an inch or so above them, so you can get an idea of the size of the rocks. Really, I am.

But don’t tell the tile guy. I had to remove the tape over the door to even see it.

He won’t be back until Tuesday, so we have a three day weekend to stare at grout colors (the little sticks you see in the second picture) and try to make a decision.

Thanks for the love in regards to my table dilemma. I still don’t know what I’m going to do. But today, I get to look at pretty rocks.

And wait anxiously for my stocking yarn to arrive. And think about argyle. In the round. Maybe.

I read the article in an old IK about intarsia in the round. It sounded interesting and doable. But it would mean dealing with messy bobbins again, in a very small and confined space. I’m not sure if I’m up to that with the baby being how he is.

Right now, he’s complaining from my bed where I left him. Not crying yet, but letting me know that if I don’t pick him up again soon, I’m going to be sorry.