Spinnin' Yarns

Seriously, ow doesn't begin to cover it. I'll try to blog more later, but I'm on the way to my postop over the bumpiest streets in the US. Please send kind gentle non-owie non-sick wishes my way.

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You know, like an unmedicated root canal hurts a bit.

Not that anyone reads my blog, but if any of you do, I appreciate the thoughts and wishes. I'd write something more profound, but that would require taking brain power away from the current taxing intellectualness going on, which consists of trying not to throw up. It's been a full time job tonight.

So I'm kind of more sorry than not that I never went to New Orleans. Because I bet I could've gotten some beads.

So will you still love me when I have small boobs? Because that's what matters, that people like me for my boobs. You know.

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We went to Little Knits!

So my knitting group from Miro decided we all had way too much money in our bank accounts, so we decided we needed to relieve them. I picked everyone up
because my too-big fuel-hogging car finally came into some good use.

When we got there, I think we scared Sue. Soon we were overcome by yarn fumes.
which you can tell, by looking at our overly happy faces. I think about everyone spent a bit more than anticipated, or in some cases, got such good deals they wound up with much more yarn than they anticipated. Yay big car! Boo spending too much! It was the fault of the sock yarn, which was really hard to resist. See?

silk and wool. Yummers.
and

and

also, the cashmere was hard to resist:

and it wants to be painted. It told me when it whispered, "buy me"

Also, I hit the sale room and got this:
which wants to be some kind of scarf or neckwarmer when it grows up. Okay, I told it. Hop on.

Scott almost recovered from the yarn fumes when Sue ran to grab a "silly hat" like his when the camera came out. Poor Scott. We think maybe his head shrank down a size, which makes it almost back to normal because when Cat Bohrdi told him he was too brilliant to knit from her book, it got VERY big.

Then Rita, who isn't worshipped enough, found a dog to do the job. Good dog, Mellow.
(bad dog, Scott!)

And then Sue took us to her secret underground lair. Which we were sworn to secrecy about, and I can only show a picture of us heading down there.

And then we went to the Alkai bakery and had food, before we lost Rich to hypoglycemia.

But the seahawks lost. Boo! (That was the scary part of the story, you can come out from under the bed now)

When we got home, the yarn and I showed off for dh. We didn't mention the credit card bill. Well, we maybe mentioned it because "not at all remorseful" was mentioned in relation to the dog (who bit dh while I was gone) and it was then that I mentioned yarn, and showed it off. Erm. Well. We don't need to look at the visa bill just now, do we?

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