OK, so this is the umpteenth Sunday in a row the husband has worked, poor guy. Really, since July he has been working 7 day weeks and has only taken one day off.
Why do I tell you this?
Because today, I grow tired of my children.
Sure, they are cute, and fun, and even do small household chores. Still, if I have to wipe ONE MORE NOSE!! You know what I mean. It’s a cute nose…but …but…
So obviously I am a bit stressed. So when the husband announced we might be able to head home to Willy (
It’s always nice to see the family and all the friends we left in The Old Dominion. Even a break from the kids is good.
But the REAL reason I am excited?
THEY HAVE A REAL YARN STORE!! A good one, a great one. Called Knitting Sisters. I love it there. Plus, I might get to go see my teaching buddies in
Did I mention this is like a yarn desert here. A real wasteland for fiber. A knitting void. The only place to buy yarn here is Wal-Mart, and you know how I am about the Homespun.
I so need a yarn store right now. You see, I have the most exciting person for the Holiday Knits Sox Exchange. I can’t say who, but she is so snappy. I have all these ideas for socks I have been trying to get to…”Ants in Your Pants” in a nice rusty red. “Grape Ape” with a nice bumpy texture, “Duck, Duck Goose” with some neat-o triangles.
But really, none of these are snappy enough for my secret sock buddy. I need to go someplace and touch sock yarn to get some ideas.
I do this all the time. I get so worried about making the perfect thing that I take forever to get it together.
So wish me luck. I need the inspiration fairy to hit me over the head, or at least jab me in the side with some DPN’s.
** Oh, and a side note for you tourist types, or “tourons” as we call them in Willy. Knitting Sisters is right down the road from