I am in love, and I don’t know what I was waiting for. I have put off getting to really know this person, and it’s been my own foolish pride standing in the way, that’s all.
Oh, baby, and it’s so fine. His album Poses, listened to on the way into work this morning, has blown my ugly machine-knitted black work socks right off my feet. I was only listening to him because Christy*, Bethany and I are going to his concert on Friday night (right after they fly in from Atlanta), and I figured I oughtta know him a little bit more. Before this morning, I only knew I liked his Moulin Rouge songs, and I loved the idea of his “Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk” song (two of my favorite things, too).** But I had never taken the time to listen.
Oh, yes. Torchy, campy, bitter and sweet. I’m so in love.
Other news: Have joined the ribby cardie together, and I’m working on the body decreases, going up. I’ve never joined anything this way (only ever worked from the top down) , and I like it. I like everything about this sweater so far, and I’m hoping it stays that way. No more bolero disappointment, please. Pics over the weekend, I promise. Lord, I love me some Jo Sharp.
* His biggest fan – When she learned to knit, she made me and Bethy scarves, and then one for him. A long, skinny, stylin scarf. According to her, he took it and wrapped it (with elan) around his neck.
** Still not smoking. Twenty-one months. And a lot of sweaters.
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