Before leaving for San Francisco I bemoaned the fact that my new Rowan knitting magazine had not arrived. While at sewing camp Diane took pity on me and lent me hers. At first I declined, wanting to save myself for my own private copy, but eventually I broke down. It was filled with wonderful designs that I would love, absolutely love to knit.
Then I got detoured to Knoxville.
When I got home last night one of the first things I did was sort through the huge stack of magazines and catalogues that had arrived during my absense. I did not realize that there was anything amiss. And then it hit me! Still no Rowan mag!
Oh the horror! Oh crisis! Oh dear, what shall I do?
A distress horn has sounded. A message has been cast upon the waves. Perhaps the missing Rowan shall be found.
But then, it is not like I have nothing else to knit, now is it?