

Because Meet Me at Mike’s does it.

Thanks for all your support, dear bloggy friends. We’re doin’ alright.

No, really. ;)
Muralimanohar tagged me to share some silliness about myself. And I’ve never been tagged for this sort of thing before. I usually tell you useless things of my own accord. :)
Might I add that her quirks are pretty great?
Rules first:
Okay, so 6 things about me:
And in an effort to not “leave anyone out,” I decided not to tag anyone I actually know:
You’re it!

First, a sweet reminder of what matters most. :)
And now…
Today, I’m finding it hard to hold my tongue in support of my Dear Husband. I’ve been asked not to share my [most likely] biased thoughts on the matter of plagiarism, but I decided I can still share it with you. I don’t even want to post a Trackback on the site (because I don’t want any mean thoughts coming my way), so you can just go to “Evan” on my sidebar and see the article entitled “Evan and Sam’s Joint Statement.” I don’t consider Thimbly Things a forum for ethical debate, but you can certainly voice your opinion on the matter over at Movie Zeal.
It all reminds me of the rage I felt when I saw this a few months ago.

I got a lovely email this morning telling me that the latest issue of Small Magazine was available. I’ve shared this once before. Every new issue inspires me so much that I just can’t not mention it.
This time, more than one photo made me want to knit a red hat for Emily.

Aren’t these Polaroids great?
And I pretty much love everything about this spread:

So feminine. So sweet. Braids. Dresses that I could totally make. Dancers. Fruit. :)
Well…
I’m decidedly not knitting a hat for the girl. But I am making a kerchief which may become a shawl. If I have enough yarn.
Funny thing - I cannot retrace the thought-process that led to me not making a hat. Huh.
But I will make her a dress like that pale peachy one.
If I can remember.


Seriously.
EDIT: The video that was on this post kept throwing off my site’s format. So… If you still want to see it, check it out here.