Pretty Things

Laceweight extravaganza. Well, two cakes of laceweight. But pretty!

The one on the left is a beautiful soft blend of greens, pinks, and purples. The one on the right is a gorgeous deep dark pink - almost too deep to be called pink, really. The one on the left I don't have a project in mind for yet, and the one on the right is slated for the project after the next project.

That was a good and thorough description of two cakes of yarn that you can obviously see for yourselves because I posted pictures of them.

I was thinking last night - but not too loudly cause Dave was watching basketball - that basketball has been responsible for possibly the most embarrassing thing I've ever said in public. We were at a game in Melbourne (I forget who was playing. I was there strictly as companion to my beloved, who in all fairness has been to more yarn shops than I have been to basketball games) and I remarked (possibly a teeny bit too loudly) while watching the half time show that "If they had one more cheerleader they could spell out JAILBAIT!" Yep. Intelligent commentary, that's me.

Which is why the other night I refrained from commenting on some of the stupid things the commentators were saying, like "I think he was looking for a user friendly roll there.." (Repressed comment was: "Aren't we all!") and "And he's used his left hand - so very soft, just amazing!" (Repressed comment was: A fit of juvenile giggles.)

These things are only a few of the reasons why I am constantly amazed when people mistake me for a grownup.

Good thing for the day: Enjoying knitting my Dorian shawl. I figure it's about two thirds complete!

Bad thing for the day: Another enchanting opportunity to fight to stay awake during a bimonthly conference/session thingy.

P.S - EMMA! Get back to work or I'll dob!