Errata in the truest sense of the word:

Courtesy of Brian, "Which Nigerian Spammer Are You?"

You are Princess Agbani. You are a student at the University of Nigeria, Lagos. You got my name through the chember of comerse. You have $21,350,000 to share, which your father, the king, left you. You have trouble spelling.

That scrumptious lilac angora yarn I bought in Colorado will be sacrificed to the good of this sweater, assuming I can figure out how to make it long-sleeved. I am somewhat disturbed that it's named "Bob," though.

My 'Truly Scary Trip' turned up a pattern for a Mandarin-collared shirt. What good is a shirt like that if you don't have a good Chinese brocade for it? All prices CDN$. Do not drool on the fabric, Amy. It's tacky, and difficult to clean.

I consider a sweater made out of handspun angora yarn ample reward for finishing weight loss. If it's half as good as the photos indicate -- and at $17/ball it had better be -- then I suspect I may have to save up once the weight loss is done. You know the type of sweater: form-fitting and cropped. You know, the kind of sweater I've never worn before in my life.

I really have to remember to order a couple of those niftynew long cords from knitdenise.com. They've got 40" and 52" cords, which are just fabulous. I could also use to grab an assortment of shorter cords if I'm about to embark on serious sweater knitting.

Details on the 'Truly Scary Trip' are forthcoming. But first, food. Have to fuel these workouts somehow, you know.

The time has probably come for me to purchase a rotary cutter for fabric. Nothing like lots of weight loss to make you appreciate multi-sized sewing patterns. Never thought I'd see the day that I'd consider making clothing as a viable option for me…