I have a blogiversary coming up.
Can you believe it?
It will be 2 years since my inauspicious attempts at blogging began.
I'm still screwing up the HTML code, but I'm a firm believer that it is the random crap I throw into posts that counts and not how pretty it looks.
It's the maxim on how I live my life, so I sure hope it's true.
I should buy myself a cake from Phillips European for my blogiversary, eat more than one piece, go into a sugar high, and write even more bizarre stuff.
Because trust me, I keep it toned down for my blog.
In the meantime I have successfully navigated past the heel on my second sock and am knitting the gusset as we speak. Well, it's not that successful of a navigation, but it's a go.
I'll wear my wonky socks with pride, I just won't invite people in for a closer look.
And trust me, no one wants to look closely at my feet anyway.
I'll leave you with today's wonderful Ballard Street:
Look at those smiles. They are obviously not reading Edmund Spenser.