After getting home from dinner at a dear family friends, my dad did a weird thing with his goatee + iPhone flash(light), then I walked into my room and thought the shadow from the sun (aka lamp I need to see my crochet) was cool, then kept the camera on and captured the first bit of the colorwork on the backpack I'm crocheting, which also happens to be the row I had to tear out because the numbers weren't adding up.
That was a really long sentence. Yay. That's how I talk, so that's how I write.
(p.s. this is part of my 14 goals for 2014. You can view all my goals here.)