This post, Lola, is brought to you by the color red. That's right . . . I am claiming the color red. Not because I like it any better than the other colors of the spectrum but because I am seeing red for a number of reasons. I'll explain.
Betty and Veronica turned 16 a few weeks back and so far - touch wood - it has been fairly smooth sailing. One of their birthday presents, in fact there only real present, is a school trip to Germany in late June. However, not wanting them to wait overly long for a "gift," the Flyer saw that The Killers were coming to our area on the 27th. We bought tickets for all four of us to attend as the Flyer listens to them as much on the iPod at Pearl Jam; needless to say, we were all looking forward to a fun weekend: rocking concert, overnight in Philly at the Doubletree, a quick spin through Loop in the morning, followed by a quick run through King of Prussia Mall, and then home. It would seem that Mr. Murphy had other plans and took a great big 'ol bite out of my ass. The Flyer suffered a weather condition and was delayed - severely - on the return from Savanah/Atlanta. In the end, the girls asked their friend Q to go along (it was her first concert, by the way), we didn't stay over, there was no trip to Loop, and we went shopping at the Lehigh Valley Mall on Saturday. The opening band, The Red Romance, was good, but their t-shirts were better. Love the kistchy '60s femme fatale on the front!
I took a sock along for the shopping trip since the girls know that as long as I am occupied, they can try on clothes to their hearts content (did you know that they say we are no fun to shop with, Lola? The horror!). I made about three inches worth of progress on the Cat Bordhi inspired "creation" and, based upon the comments that I received, I am either a) a daft, old biddy or b) the smartest woman on the planet. Not surprisingly, the smart comments came from exasperated men. The girls and I learned several things on this shopping trip: just because you can wear a certain size, doesn't mean that you should; eye liner looks best when not encircling the entire eye lid; white pants should always be lined and never worn with a belly shirt; and if your child is old enough to talk whilst balancing the pacifier in her mouth and pretending to be asleep so she doesn't have to answer you, you might want to take it away.
After shopping, all I wanted to do was finish Shedir. What's that they say about the best laid plans, Mr. Murphy? You say you want to know if the other cheek is just as sour? If you look very, very closely at the row counter, you will see it says "59." If you've knit Shedir before, and I know you have, Lola, you will know it ends on row 83. I have run out of yarn. Plum fucking out of yarn. I searched on the Internet (no one stocks it near me) only to find that the cheapest prices by far - including shipping - come from a lady on eBay based out of England. So, I did the only thing I could think of doing; I ordered one ball of Rowan Calmer in garnet and eight balls in coffee bean. The cutest damn pattern in the Stitch 'n Bitch calendar was Friday's offering and it used Calmer.
PS - I fear that spring has brought on a case of Knitting ADD as I can't stay focused. Next up is Sarcelle, but I think that I first must knit these inspired by the "Doomsday" episode of Dr. Who. After all, he stares at me every morning when I shut off my alarm.