(That's a quote from Henry Auston Dobson, the poem Urceus Exit: Triolet)
I intended to write a novel two days ago, and instead I ended up with a painting. Same story three days ago.
I intended to write a novel today, and instead I ended up with a complete knitting pattern, ready to submit to Ravelry.
What is going ON with me?
- Mood:
Neutral - Listening to: Ohio by Over the Rhine