oh, the ritual

Contrary to the posting dearth of late, Rock Chick has been productive.  Well, until Saturday night.

That there is a mess o' torn flesh and puss courtesy of

You provide a roof over his head and two square home cooked holistic meals a day and the not-so-little bastard still turns on you.   He didn't mean it.  At least I hope that wasn't nine years of pent up whoop ass he unleashed on me.

So, projects such as the freeform shawl, the crinoid  shawl and sundry crochet diddlings are on hold. 

Meanwhile, this

rocks.  Hard.  If you're beta testing it, you know.  If you're not, when it's ready you're so going to want it.  Like the proverbial fat kid wants cake.