French Knots

Most exciting blog ever. Isn't this a little like watching paint dry? Maybe I should write about the body count in my brain because I'm listening to a Jack Reacher marathon. I'm mostly listening to the beginning and the end of each book, but I am re-listening to every book in order.

I haven't made French Knots in years. You can see them in the lady's flower basket. I think they are there to look like baby's breath. And they do. I'm now adding green tendrils to the leaves and flowers on the shawl. The worst will be the cording for the shawl fringe. Karen has been listening to me whine about that for weeks. I'm doing everything but. French knots have sort of built my confidence so who knows, maybe by February.

Tribune Co raised my insurance rates this year, or they would have if I'd stuck with UHC. Instead, I opted for PacifiCare. And was griping all the way. Man, I've turned into a whiny, bitchy shrew. Met my new doctor yesterday. Very competent doctor, efficient and customer-focused staff, easy access and parking, associated with a hospital in Pasadena, not Hollywood. I think I'm in love. Yes, we're talking knees, but this relationship is new. We have to check all my other body parts before we move south to the knees. I think Tribune may have done me a favor without meaning to. Thanks, guys.