listen to the rhythm of the falling rain

Uh, it was one of these days, you know.
Cold and windy and aaaall of my clouthes were outside to dry...
Yay, dry is not the word I would use to discribe their condition, now.
So now they are drying in my kitchen, in front of the dining table and get slowly but steady...smelly. Yuk.

I hope that no one on the train will sniffle and tell their neighbors: "Hmm, I don't know, but I get really hungry for potatos and cheese."  >.<''
That would be just too embarrassing. And my cheaks would turn purple.

I think time has passed to dry my clouth outside.
However, I wear my first homemade socks, scarfs and hats. I love wearing things that are self-made because you know with how much effort it was made.

If the pullover I am knitting for my best friend is finished I upload a picure to show you!
It is soooo exhausting but I will keep up the good work!

Bye bye!