Worry not, Mr. Roger's did not move to a new 'hood, and we aren't discussing playground violence.
I'm just really behind on my ABC along.
F is for Finished.
I'm not nuts about that picture. I can't take pictures of myself, though. So oh well. I have plans to rip out the neck band and the lapel borders and knit them smaller. Kaffe designs, but he doesn't know a whole lot about womanly curves. Anyhow, there's my colorwork for the decade.
G is for Garden.
No picture here. Imagine three pots with tomato plants. And a few other pots with dirt. Yay dirt. Wet dirt. Lots of rain.
H is for Harlot.
No pictures of said harlot. The flash went off, I'm pretty sure, but oh well.
We had a great time seeing Steph. I always really enjoy seeing her, and I love to hear her talk. I do feel sad that she seems so worn out this time around. I hope she gets the week of sleep that she seems to need. Shoot, sometimes seeing my small band of friends is tiring. People wear me out! I can't imagine meet n greeting with 1000 knitters in a few hours.
She should have gone our route. By the time we go to Webs, we were buzzed.
It's not our fault. See the bottom of the beer? They hid blueberries in the bottom of our beers! Of course I had to find them.
And then Heather's, because she didn't finish her last drink.
Webs drunk? I fully recommend. I got up to Steph and told her about those bastards who hid fruit at the bottom of my beers. I'm not quite sure how she labels me in her head, but I'll be you this will be a defining moment. Then I told her about The Champions of Cumulative Action (which I named for one of the concepts she spoke of last time I saw her). So, it wasn't all drunk girl talk.
But you know what? Drunkenness affects my yarn buying almost as much as my knitting, which is to say almost not at all. I will warn you, I am a hell of an enabler when I'm drunk. Actually, I am when I'm sober, too. So much for the warning. I'm as dangerous to your yarn budget drunk as sober. Caroline said that shopping with me was the way to go, though :D That makes me happy. We got her a bag of Jaeger Pure Silk, which is in my top 5 yarns to roll around naked in.
But I almost didn't buy any yarn for myself. I was on my way out the door, happy, when Chris talked me into some Greater Adirondack Lolita in the Foliage colorway. It's purty, and I'm happy aging it until I can knit it.
So, the Harlot, the yarn, and the people. The people are sublime. I got to see old friends and make some new ones. I got to carpool with some of my best friends. I'd say that there may not have been one thing I could have done to improve Sunday. Except I wish Steph was well rested. Poor gal, we wear her out. (((Huge note here, do not take this blog post as a declaration of Steph's failing health. I am not her doctor. I am not her mother. I am not her. I'm merely expressing concern and well wishes. I want all of my friends to have as many naps as they want.))) Jesus, can you tell I've been spending a bit too much time on Ravelry's main boards, leaving a disclaimer like that?
I is for Invisibility.
I don't know if we're on J yet. I'm not, anyhow.