I’m back! And sooo happy about it. The time without my computer proved to me one thing: I can live without the internet at home.
But I don’t have to like it.
I will, however, try to put limits on my internet time during my work week. I can easily come home from work at 7pm and lose two hours, just browsing and emailing. When I didn’t have the computer at home, I came home, knitted on the couch, took a bath and slept. I liked those nights. Course, tonight, she’s like a brand-new toy, so I’m giving myself an exception so I can do this:
Let me catch you up a bit.
I had breakfast with Anne of Creating Text(iles) the Saturday after Thanksgiving. And she is even more delightful in person than she is online (hard to imagine, I know).
The place I had originally suggested we meet wasn’t open until eight (and I had to be at work by nine), so we went to my real favorite place. I should have suggested it in the first place–I should have known she would get it. The Lake Merritt Bakery is in downtown Oakland, open twenty-four hours, always has one rough looking young fellow seated with an older woman wearing a large Sunday hat (the faces change, but the set-up is always the same no matter the day, grandma and grandson out to lunch/dinner/breakfast), the shakes cause insta-weight-gain, there are about a million booths, and chicken’n’waffles are the order of the day. Well, okay, we both got bacon and eggs. But chicken’n’waffles are available should you get the hankerin’.
And Anne’s a hoot. Intelligent and charming, she was my first face-to-face blog meeting, and the weird part is that it wasn’t weird. It was just getting together with my friend. Yep.
Here we are.
And here are some Must-Bolero shots. Me, mimicking how I looked when I found out what size I had really made:
What was I thinking? I’m a better knitter than this. Sigh. Gulp. From the front:
From the back:
I’ve decided it’s my Lounge Around sweater. Sure, it’s more cropped chic fashion (and I consider myself neither cropped nor chic), but if I wear it to slug around the house, I think I’ll warm up to it. It sure is damn soft, and it has that great sheepy smell (Paton’s Classic Merino), and I’m gonna wear the shit out of it. Yeah. That’s it.
Oh! And I didn’t tell Brandy I was gonna do this, but here’s my pal’s first sweater (from Very Cherry Knitty pattern):
Isn’t she fabulous? She hates it. I think it looks like a million bucks. MY first sweater was in blue acrylic and I forgot to leave room for my head to push through so whenever I pulled it on, I was left with red scrape marks down my cheeks (granted, I was eleven).
(Aside: Do you have any idea how Very Uncool I was, knitting a sweater at eleven?)
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