A Knitting With Wheels

Maybe you can call me overly-hyped, but actually I am, as I can once again breathe the fresh morning air and catch the beautifulness of it.


I'm on a short holiday, before a two-days school-camping.


Yay.


Aside from all the hype, several days ago while I was wandering like a lost rover, I've found what to be my future wheels, whatever its name:

OooooOooOoOooo.

The shining silver paints was just some lights effect, but it was simply a true awesomeness. Then I wondered myself, with my uniform on, hidden under a silver-ish black leather jacket, and black shades covering my eyes, riding the wheels. It can be worse if I wear a black headband with a skull drawing on it.

No, I won't ever do that.

And after some short diggings, I found one startling good ol' stuff:

My first and only nicely-done knitting. I don't recall whether it was my Mom who made it or surprisingly me, but it is definitely mine. I'll get it framed.

That signs the end of my knitting career.