Today tastes like flax oil balsamic vinagrette, heirloom tomatoes still warm from the sun, basil, mozzerella, and Thorax.
She's been moping because I don't do progress pics, so there hasn't been any work for her lately. "Have you finished Irtfa'a yet?"
"No, not yet."
"What about those sweaters you added to the Plans for World Domination?"
"Nope, haven't even started those yet."
"Bertha at Knitting Daily sure gets a lot of exposure." [heavy meaningful sigh]
"Bertha has dozens of knitters submitting garments and features every quarter. You have . . . me, babe. And right now, I'm trying to finish off all the ends on the Star Binkie for Project Linus."
"Can I be in the shoot?"
[ blink, blink ] "It's a blanket, Thorax. Not much to see here . . ."
"But I could do something to give it that thing you can only say in French. A little fun, a touch of ironic naughtiness, some sex appeal. A Jane Fonda on the bearskin, Miley Cyrus in the white sheets kind of moment."
So that's how we got this . . .
Yes, it is indeed a moment. And possibly something you can only say in French.