Some people wait a lifetime.... okay, so I'm pretending to be Kelly Clarkson, although I've never filled out jeans that well or had great hair with really cool highlights either. And I can't sing A.T. A.L.L. But - this is such a rare moment that I'm completely loving every single second of it.

Guess what?! My sister, Barbtha, over at A Chelsea Morning, is teaching herself to knit. And she isn't really any good at it - right this minute. She told me (not that she told me I can share it with you but I'm going to anyway, even though she might post that horrible photo of me in second grade when my bangs were completely over the top dorky, for doing so) that she's learning to cast on and isn't any good at it.

Yet. Within an hour, or maybe even a whole day, she'll have it mastered, and within a month or so she'll be posting photos of fisherman cable sweaters that she just whipped up, and striped socks, and adorable baby toys. On this I can depend. I know her track record for excellence in all things domestic. But for right this minute -

I'M BETTER AT SOMETHING THAN SHE IS!