I used to post lists and commentary on searches that led people to this blog, but got out of the habit, because, quite frankly, it ended up being the same things over and over again that brought people here.
(Although I will admit to being slightly surprised that "sunglasses at night" and "haypenny" pop up with some regularity. Go figure...)
In the last two or three weeks, though, I've noticed that overwhelmingly, folks are coming here after searching for "Rowan Magazine 42".
Yes, I did write about it, briefly, when I came back from TNNA and mentioned the Kaffe Fasset sweater that I'd seen in the fashion show.
But obviously folks are chomping at the bit to get to their fall Rowan knitting. I went to check the Rowan web site to see if they'd finally put up a preview of issue 42, but so far, there's still only the preview of Magazine 41 (Spring/Summer) up.
I'll admit to being curious myself to see what's up for fall. I've not yet been able to renew my Rowan membership (we're playing catch-up with all the stuff we've let slide over the last year, and although the Rowan membership is there on the list of things, it's further down the list than other stuff like professional memberships and whatnot), but I'm looking forward to doing so and getting the fall issue. In the meantime, I suppose we'll all just have to wait until Rowan sees fit to put the preview up on their web site.
And remember how I complained that the Purl Diving well had run dry? I suspect that must be some variation on the idea that if you tell someone about something you've lost, the item in question will turn up immediately afterwards, making you look like a dork. I groused about having no ideas, and then came up with several, one of which is almost finished and ready to be posted.
I'm not complaining, though -- I'm grateful that the muses have seen fit to throw me a bone.
And yes, I'm knitting -- not much, as I'm still finding myself feeling kind of up and down -- I'll feel better one afternoon, then crappy the next morning. I almost hate to admit this, and you may remind me of it come January when I'm complaining about the cold and snow, but I'm suddenly looking forward to cooler weather when I don't feel quite so smacked down by the heat and humidity.
Stop laughing. Stop it. Stop it right now. I did say I'd probably regret saying that later...