I'm currently chugging along on the body of my Featherweight. I had to rip out about 4 inches after a less than successful attempt at fixing a dropped stitch. Shockingly, trying to hook an extra stitch into something knit on 1s with laceweight makes it look like some sort of Frankensteinian scar.
So the only news of the day comes from the quote in the title, which I said to my roommate on our Icee excursion to the gas station last night. It was spurred by this:
It's like trail mix, but minus the gross dried fruit and other pretend-healthy things! Plus chocolate chip cookies!
I'm sort of obsessed.