Listening to Sue Klebold’s Columbine book as I dropped Meredith off at the high school for the first time probably wasn’t the best idea. BUT, I’m almost done with the book (Thank GOD!) so I’ll soon be entertaining myself with podcasts for the back and forths. (You don’t want to know how I feel about Sue Klebold after working my way through this book. Walk in another man’s shoes and empathy and la la la laaaaaah… I’m trying and failing. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.)
Tempe and I went to Stitches Midwest last weekend. We left at 5:30 in the morning and I could write perky tunes for you about flat tires and cheesecake and beer shopping and Indian food, but I won’t. Instead, I will show you a few of the things I gathered. (My rosebuds! Old time is still a-flying. And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow will be dying.)
…will eventually become this.
…will be this.
Those will become this.
I was going to call it my Fire and Fury shawl, but I’m not so sure I need a reminder of THESE TIMES. I think a better name might be Spicy Madame. (The colorways (by Three Irish Girls) are Mademoiselle and Spice Market.) Spicy Madame it is!
Every single purchase I made was justified, because I am currently under the care of a physician who has ordered me to knit.
Please take note that it is the only order followed by an exclamation point. Knitting? More important than naratriptan! Also, Cambia Schmambia! I’ve got cowls on my needles!