I almost just got a tattoo. But then I got an oil change instead.
This grown-up stuff? Meh. Weighing priorities and all that can be DULL. (But I suppose I made up for it by yarn shopping this morning. My friend Lynn sent me six hanks as a house-warming present, lovely, gorgeous stuff, and I wanted a couplethree more so I can play around with a sweater. I think I’m going to base it on the Retro-Prep, my favorite standby, but run some cables through the stripes. Throw convention to the winds. I’ve never used Manos, and when I knitted a swatch (on glorious fat 5(US) needles, hooray!), it was stunning, almost heady.) I’m glad I remembered that last parenthesis.
Speaking of tattoos, I still want the yarn one, the sheepy one, but I want a smaller simpler one first. I found a nice-looking store just around the corner from my house, and the guy inside was super sweet just a few minutes ago. I asked him what the hours were, and he said, "Eleven till eight. Every day. Except sometimes we come in later. And then sometimes we have band practice, so we close, but we’ll totally stay open late for you if you want." I’m SO getting my tat done there. I want a Maori tiki, like the one I wear:
I think I want this very one; dude said they could photocopy the necklace and then play with it. I also want to incorporate somehow the number 262, to commemorate the 26 point damn 2 miles I ran last week, you know? Yup. Any ideas?
But I needed an oil change more than a tattoo. Dern it. Maybe after Christmas.
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