There I was asked "why 8 weeks????" And I replied "I thought it would go away." Yep, thought it would. So I spent 8 weeks feeling like death; no energy, icky, feverish, and sleeping every chance I got!
8 weekends of sitting on the poopie's couch (they let me have the corner). I slept, knit a row, slept, swapped out loads of laundry, slept...knit a row....
I was able to only knit one little zombie, but she looks like how I felt!
|I LOVE me some zombies|
This past weekend I left the couch, much to His Majesty's happiness. He took these pictures to show me that I was looking like death. Yeah, well I felt that way too! (Check out me styling with 2 pairs of socks on....I was feverish!)