I just re-read yesterday’s post. I’m Luke’s favorite lay-dee. Does anyone besides me hear Andre the Giant saying, “Hello, lay-dee,” whenever you read/hear that?
I’m done with the body of Cromarty! (I’m tired; I just typed a question mark after that instead of the exclamation mark it deserved. And then that had the power to make me doubt myself. Did I? Finish the body? Yes, yes, I did.) So I’ll start seaming tonight, and then I have to do the cabled neckbands and attach ’em and she’ll be done. You know when you’re reading that *really* good book and it’s about to end and you feel the end-of-book-remorse? I’m starting to feel that. Alice Starmore, she might sing her siren song again…. Or Dale. I could use a Dale. I can’t *afford* a Dale, but I could use one. Humm. Color. I might be in the mood for COLOR next. Something in Svale. But cables, they’re what I love. Oh, the options. And I’m convinced I want to do a lo-tech sweat in Lion Brand Homespun, taking my cue from our beloved Ryan. Serve me up some Crapyarn. I’m ready. No lie, I added up the expense of the yarn in Cromarty and the labor involved, and it was well over three grand, and that was a while ago. I need a nice seventeen dollar sweater, stat.
That is all. I’m going to see the Old 97’s tomorrow night at the Fillmore with my gal. We have a Date, o joy. And then I’ll run ten measly miles on Sunday and then pack a whole hell of a lot. I’ve got to get on it. Still nothing heard about the loan. Zenning it now. All good.
Happy weekend to you! (Didn’t I *just* say that? Time flies.) (Sometimes cliches make me very happy, something to do with a phrase’s kitsch value.)
Mmmm, cables. Yummy. You could always join me in making some Aran socks.
Wow, can’t wait to see your finished Cromarty. Yes, I think its only right to make a fast-n-dirty sweater after such a refined project. If I read a Tolstoy novel or something similar, I almost can’t help but follow it up with a few Elmore Leonards. Best of luck in the moving… hope no blood is drawn.
“I thought, there’s four horses, and four of us, if we find the laydee.” Ah, Fezzik. My favorite giant.
That’s great that you’re going to see the Old 97s. Aren’t the the best? Have a fun time!
Love the idea of a crapyarn sweater. I’m cracking up over that! Speaking of crapyarn, I just did a harlot poncho for my girlchild with acrylic yarn, and she’s currently on my blog doing the “Rachael” pose in her finished object picture! It’s contagious, I’m tellin ya!
Oh yeah…the “Greetings from Oakland” image on my blog a few days ago is a vintage postcard by the Curt Teich company. eBay, baby!
10 measly miles. Listen to you.
I love the Old 97s. Have fun!
See ya Monday for a few harried moments.
Hello, lay-dee! I love that movie. LOVE IT!
I’m almost done with my Crapyarn project/destashing. A poncho for my niece. Those four balls have been sitting around forever!
Love the Old 97’s. Another band we heart together. Hope you have a super time and can relax and ‘not think’. It IS all good.
Princess Bride is a perennial favorite in our house. I’m rather partial to Iñego though… “Hello. You killed my father. Prepare to die.” I say that frighteningly frequently.
Pictures of Cromarty, please? Kevin’s like: “What’s Cromarty?”
Oh, I think I’d rather go see Old 97s than Bruce Hornsby, who’s on for my night. I don’t think I’ve been to a show since May, so anyone will do. Go look at me doing the Rachael in my new Klaralund ~ an’t wait to see Cromarty!
I lurrrrve the Old ’97s! Silly me, for some reason I thought that nobody outside Dallas had ever heard of them.
Hmmm, LoTech out of Homespun . . . that sounds mighty good! I may jump on that bandwagon . . .