Wherein I am no longer one score and six, and also wherein I use vowels lots and not variously.
Anyway. This past weekend’s radio silence was due to the fact that I was forcibly not doing anything except fun things, because of my birthday. I have no excuse for Friday, other than teaching folks to knit. Allison has proven to be quite the knitter since then, having ripped and reknit her scarf FIVE TIMES (madness, I say – I never ripped anything when I was learning, and it shows in the pieces I “lovingly” gifted to friends).
But I digress. I did many things on Saturday, The Big Day, but none of which were actually productive. My husband made me feel very special, though. We went for a walk to get lunch at Soul Vegetarian, which has the most amazing non-cheese mac and cheese (truly, it is more amazing than real mac and cheese), then stopped by the Hammonds House to look around, then took a nap, and then went to buy knitter’s gadgets (a swift! and a ball winder!) and ice cream sundaes. Afterward, while killing time until meeting the Chickengoddess and Consort (husband, actually, but in fancy stories goddesses only ever have consorts) we purchased art supplies and some hair product from the surliest Sally’s employee ever (the first of many surly folks we’d encounter in retail experiences before the weekend was out). Do you hear me, surly Sally’s employee? Never mind. You’re too surly to read blogs. I can tell. The evening culminated in drunken gluttony at Haru Ichiban, where I forgot that I do not, in fact, need the full meal plus three appetizers, no matter how tasty they may seem. And also, sake makes us see in different colors.
I got loot! From Dawn, a coveted Gahan exclusive, the cat matchbox:
And from my parents, all the sock needles in the entire world (seriously – I can now knit 16 pairs of socks simultaneously). The husband, in addition to the yarn tools, gifted me some donuts and my very own Blastech DL-44 heavy pistol (for those of you who are not uber-geeks, that’s Han Solo’s laser gun, and mine even makes the noise!). The lovely Baobh spun me some awesome sock yarn, that is retina-searingly bright, but beautiful and soft. I both want to knit with it desperately, and also want to keep it in the hanks and pet it surreptitiously while nobody’s looking. Perhaps I can do both. Here is the loot:
Sunday was church, then shopping with birthday money (I bought a tagine pot!), then more fraternizing with the Chickengoddess, and the amazing husband bought me an ice cream cake and we sang and everything.
The older I get, the less I care that my birthday is in November, so I can’t have an outdoor pool party. Sake trumps chlorine and soggy Cheetos any day.
That’s what I get for getting behind on blogs. Don’t find this out until the day after I see you. Happy belated birthday!
And the pink socks last night….Awesome rockin’ sockiness! It was very tempting not to pet your feet/ankles. 😉 So soft and such pretty bright awesomeness.
Hooray! More loot! Thanks so much in advance and for thinking of me!
Happy belated Birthday! Looks like you got some great stuff and had a great day!
You’ll have a book to add to that loot shortly—it’s been shipped.