::Ms. Gibson, tear down this wall!::Yesterday afternoon a knitting wall of mine came tumbling down. I bought some sock yarn. To knit socks, even. Holy cow, I can hardly believe it. I went into the LYS to look at some fun pink ribbon yarn I've been obsessing about for weeks now, and I saw the coolest socks hanging from a shelf stocked full of intarsia and fair isle sock yarn. I was a goner. One look at the hanks of gold and red, and I felt lightheaded. I had to have it. The book "
Socks Soar on Two Circular Needles" by Cat Bordi has been on my shelf gathering dust for years, and I forgot about it completely when I bought a set of #3 (US) bamboo double points. The gingko doesn't seem to be working....
::Auction Envy::There are very few things I put on the same level of satisfaction as knitting, and going to an auction is one of them. Lucky
Pioneer Woman is going to one today to replace that poor old tired stove. Oh, the things you can find at an auction! Most of my home furnishings and linens have come from farm auctions throughout the valley. It's such a joy to find lovely
vintage tablecloths and dishtowels that have been carefully embroidered by patient hands. Competing for these treasures means I usually pay more than I probably should for them, but it's so much fun!! PW, I hope you come home with the stove of your dreams! Happy Birthday to Manly, too. :)
::Exotic Yarn Wishes and BMW dreams::When I was in high school I had the coolest car. A
1973 Opel Manta. It topped out at about 45 miles an hour, and the 8-track tape deck took up all the floor space between the driver and passenger seats. I could fit 3 tapes in the glove box--Areosmith's "Toys in the Attic", Rolling Stones "Some Girls" and War--can't remember the name of the album, but it had the song "Low Rider" on it--great tune! I truly bonded with this car--it was a deep maroon color, and after I accidentally hit a fence & tore off the right front fender my father replaced the crumpled fender with a bright orange dent-free one. While he was at it he did some body work on a few of the rough spots on the rest of the car, and finished them up with gray primer. And there it was. No, we didn't paint it. There wasn't the money at the time, and after a boyfriend of mine nicknamed the car "Spot", it's fate was sealed. Spot it would remain. I drove that car everywhere, and my parents loved it because it was a tough car to hide! I want to feel that way about my car again. It's tough to do with a '99 Taurus, reliable though that car has been. After years of searching I think I've found my automotive soulmate---a
1980 BMW 320i. Ooohh when I look at it my pulse quickens and I feel a sense of awe come over me. I'm working hard to get my car paid off, then will save up the cash it will take to make one of these babies my own. If I keep going to the LYS and splurging on yarn and needles it's not going to be easy!