A chill wind blows today under overcast skies. And even though the peach blossoms are slowly peeking out, winter has not loosed his cold stiff fingers on us just yet.
I've grown overly fond of hot baths of late and have confirmed to myself yet again that there is nothing quite like a hot bath to make one forget about the lingering winter and the silliness of the Oscars.
I for one plan to studiously ignore the blasted Oscars. Really, I ask you, who CARES who gets what awards? It's the blind leading the blind over there anyway. I mean I submit to you this one factoid. Alfred Hitchcock never got an Oscar for his directing.
The people who give out the Oscars are idiots.
I rest my case.
And don't talk to me about the clothes and hairdos. If I had 10,000 dollars to spend and somebody spent 6 hours getting me ready, I bet even I could look pretty dang hot.
Could too!
I'm going back to my knitting. I'm working on a bag using size 15 circular needles. It's just as hilarious as working with a Q hook in crochet. One feels one is using a horse's leg to get the job done. But it sure makes fast work of the project!!!
Okay, I'll shut up now.