I hope that my friend really appreciates the blanket I made for her baby. I mean really appreciates it. Not for the cost of the yarn, or the effort, or the time it took to knit it, but for the fact that I endured the Chicago post office to mail it to her. If there isn't a more surefire way to ruin an otherwise lovely Saturday than going to the PO, then I'm not a knitter. Man, oh, man. First, it's always freaking hot in that lobby. Second, you have to wait forever because they don't keep enough people behind the counter. Third, there's inevitably some elderly person in there complaining loudly and constantly about the prices and arguing with the clerk about what a service should cost. Finally, when you get to the counter, the clerks are rude and unhelpful in the extreme. Next time I'll pay the extra money (and take the extra time and bus trip) to go to the UPS store. UPS should give the USPS seminars in how to provide good customer service.
*rant over*
In other news, I finished the clapotis scarf last night and started a child's vest for Afghans 4 Afghans this morning. I took some pictures of my latest projects and *finally* used up a roll of film. As soon as I get them onto a CD, I'll be able to post pictures....at long last.
*rant over*
In other news, I finished the clapotis scarf last night and started a child's vest for Afghans 4 Afghans this morning. I took some pictures of my latest projects and *finally* used up a roll of film. As soon as I get them onto a CD, I'll be able to post pictures....at long last.
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