I have a yarn shop that I really like to go to (don't we all?) but can't often due to distance from home. I really cannot justify driving 45 minutes to spend less than $20 on knitting supplies. It's not cost effective for gas or my bank account. But bless her heart, the owner of this shop is friends with me on G+ and I even have her cell number since her store is in her home now.
Last week I sent her a photo of some buttons I need to finish off this project:
|This actually has three buttons on it now|
So when my husband suggested going to an air show with the kids over the weekend in the town this yarn shop is in, I was like, hell yes, I can buy the last two buttons!
In my excitement I called the yarn shop owner, asked if she would be available for me to stop by, and then fell asleep and slept through the air show since I worked over the weekend. Oops.
But every time I've called to make sure she would be available, she always is. I imagine a good drug dealer must be the same way, available at any time, ready to hook you up with whatever you need. In this case, though, it is a fiber addiction. Right? Does anyone else ever think about this?
Anyway, enough rambling. Here are my current projects:
|Finished the sleeves!|
What do you think?
pollcode.com free pollsAnd oddly enough given the title of my post today, I began reading Confessions of an English Opium-Eater on Saturday night. It has been in my Google books library for a while now. An episode of Sherlock Holmes I recently watched renewed my interest in reading it.
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