I turned 40 yesterday. 4-0. Check out knit and tonic for her post today, it pretty much sums up how I feel about the whole aging thing.
I don't feel a day over, say, 28. But isn't that what every forty-something says? The number just sounds so, so, big. As in, "a 40 year old Kent woman is missing tonight", or "the 40 year old mother of two was on her way to soccer practice when she disappeared...". I can't wrap my head around that number applying to ME. It's all very surreal.
One thing for sure, time marches on. No stopping it. Might as well enjoy the ride.
Friday, March 02, 2007
What is it about pinning out a sleeve for blocking that always reminds me of anatomy and physiology, where we had to pin out the edges of, say, a frog. Or worse. Really; the way you carefully uncurl the edges, then pin them to a mat...thankfully, no smell of formaldehyde. Anyway, here is the first sleeve, pinned and ready.