It always seems like a good idea at the time...
Trust me. I'm a doctor...
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But it's not. It's just re-formatted text at the beginning of this post. Switching to another blog host is tempting when stuff like this happens.
Anyways, enough about Blogger, how about Soleil?
I am almost at the point of dividing for the neckline. I think I have another inch to go. I say "I think" because this is the point where my long back-waist length comes into play. If I divided at the 12.5 inches that the pattern calls for, it would turn into a crop-tank. I slipped the work onto a second circ last night, and the good news is that it isn't too tight.
Remember how I complained about how difficult it is to buy funky coloured nailpolish at drugstores several weeks ago? Well, I found some metallic lime green polish:
And dug out some pale yellow nail polish to give myself a "French Manicure On Acid". On the way home from the airport on Friday, we stopped to have lunch at a power mall that contains a W*M*rt. In general, I try to avoid W*M*rts if at all possible for 2 reasons - the first being that the Gambler worked for Zellers for several years, which is a Canadian retailer similar to W*M*rt, which has suffered greatly since W*M*rt metastasized to Canada. The other reason is that I always find being in a W*M*rt store stressful - too bright, too noisy, aisles too close together, and too many people. Someone had mentioned that one of the supercheap drugstore makeup brands that had disappeared from the drugstores (because they now have the fancy shmancy makeup lines, complete with "Beauty Reps" who wear more product line on their face at one time than I do in a year) was still sold at W*M*rt. So I picked up not one, but TWO shades of turquoise nailpolish. So today I will give myself a French Riviera Manicure.