It was only as I looked at the list of materials we'd need for class and started to get my things together that I began to feel the first pangs of worry. Maxime and Phil still hadn't come down for breakfast, I was running around in my jammies, DPNs and Circulars in tow, and it was 7:50. How was I going to be ready in time?
At 8 o'clock (15 minutes before I wanted to leave), I decided Phil had had enough of a sleep-in and went upstairs to wake him so I could shower (to be fair, he was in the process of getting up when I got there). I jumped in and out of the shower, furiously pulled on whatever outfit I could find, and bolted out the door. Did I dry my hair? No. Did I apply make-up? Nope. I was in such a rush at this point, that - and I can't stress this enough - I didn't even moisturize.
Out of curtosy for my fellow knitters, I got clean. But when it came down to the wire, and I was faced with the possibility that I might miss the beginning of Anne's class? I decided my dignity could suck it.
Happy Knitting Everyone!
ps: Three guesses on whether or not my bag is ready for tomorrow's all-day sweater fitness workshop :)