Last night, instead of doing the cleaning around the house that I desperately need to do in preparation for the house guest we’ll be having with us this weekend, I went to Jennie Breeden’s house to help her sort through kilt photos. After eating much steak and chocolate cake (remember the cake – it figures in later) we sat down for the sorting. [For the uninformed, we were sorting through photos from DragonCon, during which we had set up in a corner of the Mariott lobby with a leafblower, photographer, and model release forms, and then proceeded to photograph men getting their “skirts” blown up by Jennie (shhhhhh…. keep it on the down-low). Affirmative action at its best.] I have never seen so many hairy man parts in my entire life (and I was present for the actual event, having been the one in charge of the release forms), and it got me to thinking; I don’t know that I ever knew where the site was, but at Knitch this past weekend I saw photos of a certain gentleman and his “willy warmer.” I have had the revelation that the kilt event is an untapped goldmine of men who desperately need said “willy warmer.” It’s got to get drafty under the kilt, and I know we women would not object (I mean, really – I think you’re lying if you say you’d like to see that much anonymous wang).

Sooooo… yeah. And then when I got home with the remains of my cake, I dropped the cake onto my half-finished Easy Feather and Fan Scarf (I’ll post pictures soon) that I started after visiting StringTown, which was a marvelously pleasant surprise to an otherwise Arkansas visit to the parents (yes, I’m using Arkansas as an adjective, and yes, I think it’s appropriate). Miraculously, even though icing sat on it all night, the knitting has escaped unscathed although I had to toss the Knitsch bag it was living in.

Whew. Thursday we’re going to sort kilt photos into playing cards so that I can clip them in Photoshop.