Elvis is Alive!
Or at least having tea with me. I found this little teapot at World Market the other day after breaking the lid on my favorite teapot (no lid=cold tea=yuck). Caleb loved him and promptly named him "Elvis" (after a brief attempt at "Ryan" which he quickly realized was not an appropriate name for an elephant). So on mornings that I don't have to do 200 things before lunch, I can have my morning tea with Elvis.
This weekend I have high hopes for finishing up the last of the 2008 socks and I might even find the swift and ballwinder. (I realize I've been saying this for ages now, but somehow real life keeps getting in the way of doing what I want to do). I hope you all have a wonderful weekend!