So summer is not over in Nashville. I’m beginning to think it might be here to stay. Forever. And ever. It’s pretty lame, really: I’ve got all of these kicky shawls and shawlettes I can only wear indoors … where the air conditioning is set at “frostbite”. Then I wander out-of-doors — to go to class, buy some gummy bears, make copies, commit acts of tom foolery in front of my students — only to find myself over dressed.
That might be why I’m kissing my beer at the end of a very. long. day. In which I tried — and failed — to vanquish Faust I. I might have knit a row and a half of my Idlewood. The cowl is complete, the body is in an advanced state of shaping, and all systems are a go.
Except fall isn’t here yet.