Yesterday UPS brought the shop a tiny unassuming box. Little. From Rowan. Must be a backorder from the order I wrote with Peter weeks ago. I opened it up and peered inside, 3 bags of
Calmer. Cream, Black, Cranberry. The color of the inner folds of a beautiful English rose. Oh no. It wasn't possible. No. Leave it alone. Don't think about
Alexa from Debbie Bliss that
Phyl started. Put it out of your mind. Think about Baseball, torture, warts...oops, too late. The Calmer slipped into my knitting bag along with Debbie's Stella book. Done. I won't look back. I'm exhausted by all these projects. Its starting to really wear me down. Some have got to be finished soon or I'll have to go to a "resting place" for awhile. I'll see visitors while I'm there, but check your knitting bag at the door. I don't want to get any funny ideas.
All White girls on American Idol need to go home.
Bubye, you all Suck! Especially sucky...
They are both pretty, but it's a
singing competition! (spoken in an annoyed english accent).
Today Rivka came by and, surprise, sold me alot of yarn...even though I didn't need any! (what's new?). I got some
Schaefer handdyed yarn, cash and carry, so it is already priced and on the shelf. These were limited unreplicable skeins. So beautiful! I got the new
Twinkle yarn from Classic Elite, some new colors of Jade Sapphire's Lacy Lamb and
Claudia Handpaints, and some Suzanne Needles (thanks,
Knitress) and Collage square needles.
So the boxes will be rolling on in...Thanks,
Rivka! See you in May! I'll take pics of the Schaefer yarn tomorrow for your drooling pleasure.
